Strange overtones...

pictures from our time at the museum, which features somewhere in this post

First and foremost I feel obliged to conclude the story of the found bag which began in Josh's previous post. As anyone with an inkling of common sense would have gathered from the misplaced 'sexting' and concerned calls from the owner's Mother, this was a situation that would only continue to increase in it's weirdness. Finally the owner phoned, he was alive and well and staying in a 'lovely' hotel in St Kilda, he asked Josh to come on down for some dancing and dining as a way of saying thank you for saving his belongings. When this offer was politely declined he then asked if Josh could phone around a few of his friend (helpfully providing names) and find him some weed. He proclaimed many times that he "really, really wanted to meet" Josh, which Josh took this to mean he was pleased to hear his stuff was safe and was looking forward to being reunited with it. They arranged to meet up, but he failed to get in contact.

So the next day we went with Jess off to the Melbourne Museum for taxidermy-based visual treats and funnily enough an exhibit on 'Mental Illness'. Our time at the museum was drawing to a close, Josh had work to goto soon and then his phone rang. It was bag-owner and he was nearby in Fitzroy, he wanted Josh to meet him at 7-11. Both Jess and I agreed that we should accompany Josh on this excursion and so we followed. We waited outside 7-11 and there was still no sign of bag-owner, so we gave up all hope and Josh handed the bag over to me to take to the Police Station as he was heading to work. Then as if by magic bag-owner called again. He was outside another 7-11 drinking coffee with his friends. We raced up Smith Street to find him and lo and behold there he was outside 7-11 drinking coffee with his friends. It just so happened that his friends were the homeless people who walk up and down and around Fitzroy all day everyday begging for money and had just the day before called me and Josh "tight cunts" . Bag-owner raced over to Josh and demanded a hug, exclaiming "NO! Hug me properly". Josh handed the bag over to which bag-owner replied "Oh, you brought the bag? I didn't even want it. You can have it as an introduction to Australia! I just really wanted to meet you...". Josh then pointed towards Jess and I and muttered something about his girlfriend. Bag-owner didn't seem too pleased "What?! You're straight? That's so weird, straight is so weird". He then went onto tell us that British people are too cold and reserved and we should be more like Australians, more like him. He also said Josh was a typically intelligent Aquarius and just raised an eyebrow when I said I was a Virgo in reply to his question. Bag-owner also attempted to introduce us to his friend, we said "Hi!" and all she said was "I'm an aboriginal!". This was all getting increasingly more odd and Josh was going to be late for work so we all jumped into a taxi to escape the situation. Jess and I got out about 5 minutes down the road and went for Tacos. On my way home from aforementioned delicious tacos I stopped off in Woolworths to get Josh some dinner because I am a wonderful person and to my astonishment I am met with "OIIIIIIIII!!!!!! MISS!!!!!!!! COME HERE!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW YOUR NAME!!!!!!!! COME HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..." It was the friend of bag-owner from earlier and it was pretty scary. The further I ran the more muffled her abuse became. I haven't been to Woolworths since.