Let me take you back.
It was around 4pm and a co-worker approach with a gleeful look in his eye.
“Guess who is shopping in here?”
I’m embarrassed to admit the first name to pop into my head, and then jump from my tongue, was Bieber (I’m calling in sick tomorrow…I have the fever right?).
“No…better, well funnier…and less famous.”
I was blank and my face showed that.
“Family…”
At the mention of that word I instantly knew…The Irwins. They frequent the store whenever they come to the big smoke (as I assume they call it).
“Yes!!! Trying on dresses in young designer. I wonder why?”
We discussed the possibilities of why they were there and what they were shopping for before deciding one of us had to go investigate. Sadly, it wasn’t me that was chosen to go…something to do with the person telling me the story actually being employed by the company the Irwins were shopping with.
Ten minutes later, my colleague returned with the information.
“Pink dress, frilly, Bindi, lost interest.”
Being an inquisitive journalist type, my immediate reaction was to want to know one thing, why (cheers for the advice Negus). Why is Bindi getting a crazily expensive dress when, a) the family are meant to be selling off land from the zoo (according to some gossip magazines), and b) she has hardly finished growing? That’s ridiculous. It was at this point the answer hit me…the Logies.
Around this time each year we seem to see the Irwins buying something a little bit fancy and I can never figure out why. The next Sunday night whilst either bored, drunk or both, I stumble upon some Logies coverage and see The Irwins looking swanky in the clothes they bought from our store.
This year however, I have realised before the coverage...whilst sober.
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