After a hard morning of slogging over support calls to brain-dead, leech, idiot clients we decided to take a lunch break away from the coal mines (office). My soul had died approximately 5 times that day, so we needed to get out of the trenches and take a break. We wanted something new, something different, not your typical lunch out.
Zoo Lake was the most obvious choice, close and serene and just far enough away that we couldn't hear the rings. The dreadful telephone rings...
We took the scenic route. Through the middle of Zoo Lake rather than your normal tar road drive around the block, we took the trusty civic. Bundu-bashing like no civic has done before. We wanted to discover the real Zoo Lake, become one with the beauty of of this unspoilt natural corner of Joburg. In all truth we actually wanted to find some ducks to drive over. It would've been like a scene from Grand Theft Auto, except with more feathers. Yes.
Truth be told, i didn't know what the hell i was doing or where i was going but i did know i wanted to run some ducks out! No ducks. Just big dirt mounds. Big dirt mounds made from quicksand. The civic just couldn't handle it, there was too much sand for a road car to handle. We got stuck. I got scared. I cried and nearly pee'd my pants. It was terribly emotional.
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