Sades....... I wish I was with ya' to make you feel comfortable. I don't stand for anyone treating a female in that way.
Technically, they didn't
treat her badly as much as their behaviour was just in bad taste, vulgar and uncomfortable. I'm not saying what they did was right and I understand Sadie's fear [and she no doubt knows that in some backwards sort of way I agree with you, Jrs.] But still. Technically. And besides, I'd have to say that Jrs1013 trying to keep me comfortable is one of
my own personal phobias.
Just kidding, man. Just having strange reoccuring images of a PM once read. Those truckers were real lady's men...
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Meanwhile, for those scared of crocodiles:
In 2000 when my family went on a long vacation up Australia's West Coast and up through the Northern Territory, we went to a place called the Daly River. Now, the Northern Territory is known for its Saltwater Crocodiles, the largest and most violent/dangerous crocodiles in the world [much more so than freshwater crocodiles which are considerably smaller and alligators who are far less powerful]. Anyhoo, one of the big thrills of the Daly River was the manner in which tourists would go down and shine a spotlight across the water. Now, during the day you could see maybe one crocodile on the opposite side of the river, lazing about. At night, you'd shine a light and
hundreds of eyes would be reflected -- and that's a ghastly thing, especially when there are eyes in all sorts of places that you had been fishing
that day. The second night we went down to spotlight the crocodiles I went down after the rest of my family. This was already scary. They had the torch and I was walking down a steep embarkment towards where I guessed they were. Daly River is in the middle of nowhere and the caravan park was basically empty. So I was already scared in a
Deliverance sort of way [such events wouldn't suprise me; these places are
remote]. When I reached my family I was already shaken, just because the caravan park wasn't a nice place, it was cold, and I had taken a risk walking towards them in the dark. When they shone the light across the water and
there were no eyes staring back I lost it. I was
convinced that the crocodiles were somehow
behind us, and I was hearing wind and noises, and I began to scream, and this had a domino effect on my brothers and soon we were all screaming. But I tell you. You're standing in the dark in the place where no one can hear you scream
knowing that you should be seeing crocodiles and aren't. That's scary.
On the same trip, on the Adelaide River, we went fishing in a little metal boat and we saw more crocodiles on that day than we did on any other. These boats had been fixed so that nothing could get through, which was a nice feeling, so watching the Saltwater Crocodiles was fine by us. But I still have an amusing story. I was sitting at the front of boat, looking towards the back and when I glanced to my side, no more than six meters away was the biggest saltwater crocodile we saw on the entire trip. In shock I stoof up and said, 'Holy sh*t!'
And then the crocodile slid itself back, like a truck reversing, turned itself a little and slowly swam towards the boat, submerging about half a meter away from it and under it. We didn't see it again, but that too was f*cking horrible.
Australia.
It's great!