This picture was taken only a few days ago on the road between Wanaaring and Tibooburra in north-western New South Wales – some 200 km west of Bourke. There was no-one there attempting to deal with the situation that the driver had got himself (or herself) into. The logo on the door is “Dan the Handy Man” (who is apparently Sydney-based), and underneath are the words “Getting the job done wherever, how ever, no matter how BIG or SMALL.”
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Oh dear. How very irritating, not to mention, embarrassing! Wonder how long they had to wait to be rescued?
The folding chair on the back of the truck suggests someone just wanted a nice spot to sit and take in the scenery. I’d say the car was bogged on purpose to avoid attending Aunty Marge’s 40th birthday bush dance and to make plenty of time for legitimately sitting by the roadside reading J.K. Rowling’s new book while waiting for a tow. Haha
I like your work, PaperCat! It’s interesting to speculate on what proportion of bogged cars have in fact been bogged on purpose to avoid some life-threatening social occasion. Auntie Marge’s 40th might well have been an event that Dan the Handy Man was subconsciously hoping to avoid, and driving the car through some deep mud just seemed like a good idea at the time. Do you speak from experience? Maybe you have an Auntie Marge. Do you think Dan may have regretted this impulsive act?
I agree with Anne that it must have been embarrassing in the extreme for Dan, a self-confessed handyman who gets the job done, to end up so deep in the gluggy stuff — and next to a public road to boot!
But it seems that apart from PaperCat, most people are totally perplexed as to how Dan the Handy Man could have got himself into such a predicament, and why, being such a very handy man, he couldn’t get the job done (ie. get himself out of the bog) quickly, and leaving no mess behind, like any good handyman.
Well, I’m here to tell you that I’ve been in touch with Dan, who made no mention of an Auntie Marge, but simply claimed that he’d taken a few days off [from being handy] to go out in the bush to do a bit of stuff like shooting and stuff (on a private property, of course) and had just got into this boggy stuff and had to go back to get some help to pull the ****** ute out, and now he’s back in Sydney and the ute’s OK, and he’s back on the job doing his handyman stuff, and thanks for asking.
So there you have it — sometimes truth is not nearly as interesting as fiction, and sometimes handymen are not as handy as you’d expect them to be. But that overarching Aussie principle of “she’ll be right, mate” applies as usual and mutatis mutandis.