Guardian (Hells) Angels

6 November 2005, 07:46

In the past couple of weeks I’ve had an odd type of guardian angel – the middle-aged singlet-and-thong-wearing tattooed-hells-angels bikie-dude.

First, there was the serious bikie guy on the tram who made people get out of the way as I was getting off.

Then yesterday at Safeway, I was unloading my groceries onto the conveyor belt (is that what it’s called?) at the checkout and the dude in front of me offered to help me with them. I politely declined saying thank you that is very kind but I’m not quite on the scrapheap yet. He gruffly went on to rue that nobody got up for pregnant women and old ladies on the tram anymore and what was the world coming to? He then thoughtfully offered to exchange my newborn for his 17 year old daughter. Again. I declined.

Now I’m not the type to judge people on how they look, but if I’d have met this guy in a dark alley I would have left skiddies running the other way. It was such a strange odd moment.

Being a stubborn, self-sufficient wench, I don’t know how I will fare when it comes to actually needing (heaven forbid, asking for) people’s help. I’m getting to the stage now where my back and pelvic joints ache constantly and my tummy is growing exponentially. Very soon I’ll be able to rest me cuppa on it.

Chances are that offers of assistance will come from the most unlikely of places…

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1. That’s really funny. Who would’ve thought that the bikie was the type of person to be kind-hearted and thoughtful?
   
   You weren’t dressed all gothic were you?
   — Hammy    Nov 6, 12:02 PM    #
2. Now that the manbeast has a bike, I’m always meeting this big, tough, scary looking types (women included – ack!) who are the biggest softies and most considerate people EVER. These peeps often get a bad rap. It’s the 2% that make life bad for the other 98%. Always.
   — Sussy    Nov 17, 02:49 PM    #