Back to the '80s

Sometimes I forgot where I am when I wake up.  But I've never had cause to question what year it is until today.  At this morning's safety meeting, my manager shared how she made a non-alcoholic party punch for her New Year's Eve party that really helped her guests cut back on how much alcohol they consumed.  She said she used her recipe from the 1980s and it was a huge hit.

Following the meeting, I walked back to my office and passed a woman wearing these in black:

Since when do they make shoes with Koosh balls on them???

Taxi, Taxi

Cabbies in Perth don’t like night fares in Perth because they fear getting glassed or not paid.  Women in Perth don’t like late night taxis in Perth because they fear getting sexually assaulted.  My friend doesn’t like cabbies in Perth because after politely turning down a date with her 60+ year old driver, he said to her spitefully, “That’s fine then, go home to your pussy.  I mean your cat, your pussy cat.”  Next time she might refuse those last few drinks which make her talkative enough to share her life with the cab driver, including pictures of the true love of her life, her very spoiled, overly well fed kitten.