Best Use for Aussie BBQ Sauce
Last night I finally put the ubiquitous Aussie BBQ sauce to good use.
We have a large bottle of the nasty stuff taking up space in the fridge, since it would be unthinkable to have guests over to a cookout without this ever-present condiment. Given the rate that we entertain actual Australians, it seemed as though our visas would run out before this bottle would.
Well. Things have changed.
We are now 3/4 of the way through it from one eventful night.
Last evening, while still daylight, a car alarm started going off in the street directly in front of our place. It went non-stop all evening long. Remember it is summer here, and we have no air conditioning, so the windows have to stay open.
I was on the brink of insanity. Oskar and I took loooong walks, always hoping to come back to peace and quiet. Dinner was eaten to the music of wooop-wooop-wooop.
Neighbors converged on the street to gaze at the car and shake their heads (somehow WITH their fingers in their ears). The police were notified, but never deined to show up.
Midnight rolled around and I was tossing and turning in bed, grinding my teeth to the piercing sound, when I snapped.
Something needed to be done, and it took all of my willpower to keep it non-violent. Looking about for alternatives, I seized the large brown bottle of sauce, took it outside, and wrote a long detailed message to the owner of the car on the car's windows.
Most satisfaction BBQ sauce has ever given me.
...the owner finally arrived and drove away at 2:38am
.
We have a large bottle of the nasty stuff taking up space in the fridge, since it would be unthinkable to have guests over to a cookout without this ever-present condiment. Given the rate that we entertain actual Australians, it seemed as though our visas would run out before this bottle would.
Well. Things have changed.
We are now 3/4 of the way through it from one eventful night.
Last evening, while still daylight, a car alarm started going off in the street directly in front of our place. It went non-stop all evening long. Remember it is summer here, and we have no air conditioning, so the windows have to stay open.
I was on the brink of insanity. Oskar and I took loooong walks, always hoping to come back to peace and quiet. Dinner was eaten to the music of wooop-wooop-wooop.
Neighbors converged on the street to gaze at the car and shake their heads (somehow WITH their fingers in their ears). The police were notified, but never deined to show up.
Midnight rolled around and I was tossing and turning in bed, grinding my teeth to the piercing sound, when I snapped.
Something needed to be done, and it took all of my willpower to keep it non-violent. Looking about for alternatives, I seized the large brown bottle of sauce, took it outside, and wrote a long detailed message to the owner of the car on the car's windows.
Most satisfaction BBQ sauce has ever given me.
...the owner finally arrived and drove away at 2:38am
.
posted by Hunter Williams at 2:09 PM
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