Eyes in the bushes

And issues of space / time

I popped by the shop to see what kind of antics the crew had gotten into. I found Ron out back having a smoke and coffee.

“There he is, Mr. Facebock Famous,” chortled Ron, “How was the road rager - you survived?”

“What the hell dude? Yeah, I had an ‘encounter with a phallus’, but how did you know?”

“You’re blowing up on the Tawney Park Facebock page, someone recorded it all from the bushes.”

My phone started vibrating. It was my sister. I called her right away.

“No, I’m not hurt. I’m fine. Yes, I’ll look at the comments. I’ve been fine for hours. I left this behind. This is creepy. Let me call you back later.”

I turned quickly back to Ron.

“What the hell? Show me the video.”

In the video, I saw a full on replay of the conflict I had with Mr. Porsche driver first thing that morning.

“The comments seem to mostly be in your favour bud.”

That was small comfort. I wanted neither comments about me nor a video to exist on a ‘community Facebock page’ that I wasn’t any part of.

“Most of the comments were…