Ice-cream waits for no dog...

I’m always fascinated by people who walk around talking to themselves. Is it a lack of inhibition? Are they aware they’re doing it? Do they care if they are? I was coming out of Cairns Central at lunch time and this woman was getting onto her bicycle and talking out loud – very loud – about how she had to go and pick someone and how dare they ask her to dink them (Dink is Aussie for riding two on one bicycle – very big when you’re a kid as someone has to sit on the handlebars and that makes it exciting but when you get older you realize how bloody stupid that is but as a kid you’re fearless). She then rabbited on about how she had just come out of hospital and no one cared that she had 'almost died' and how was she supposed to get her ‘ ice-cream home’ and  ‘the dog was waiting for her’.  I’m not sure if the ice-cream was for the dog but apparently the dog wouldn’t wait long because he ‘ had other things to do.’  It was quite fascinating because I pictured a dog holding a briefcase, looking at his watch and tut-tutting that she was late.  Anyway she eventually got on her bike exclaiming that it would take at least an hour to ride to Grafton Street – not far away so the hour was an exaggeration but I feel it certainly added to the dramatic effect so I was impressed. She asked did we think she was 'wonder woman?'  No, but I thought she may have been a writer though. As she rode off through the car park she yelled her toenails were too long for her shoes.   Was she nuts? Well, who isn’t? Not something I can judge.