David Jones Parramatta – A True Story
Posted By Ric Vatner on November 13, 2009
I know David Jones in Parramatta. Or rather, I know the car park. I used to park my car there when I went to Parramatta to visit my clients. One Friday afternoon I parked there, visited my client, went for a few drinks (as you do) and then we decided to go out to dinner. We may also have had a few more drinks, I can’t remember much about the night except that when I went to pick up my car the car park was closed. I believe it was about 1am.
I didn’t want to go home by taxi and then traipse all the way back out to Parramatta the next day to pick up my car so I decided to stay at the Parkroyal hotel which was next door. It was too late to ring my wife so the next day I wondered what I could do to make her forgive (okay, I know that was asking too much, how about forget) that I didn’t come home. Then I remembered that I had put her watch in at the jewelers to get a new battery about 6 months earlier but never had a chance to pick it up. So I thought I’ll pick it up on the way home. She will be so pleased she won’t go nuts over my (shall we call it) late night.
While I was waiting for the assistant to get the watch, I saw a bottle of after shave on the counter and not planning to be out all night I was caught short without my usual. So I sprayed myself (liberally) with it. When the assistant came back she said that is the latest Cartier perfume for women, would you like a bottle for madam?
So I had stayed out all night and now I smelt like a French brothel to boot. No, she didn’t believe me either. That was probably the first nail in the coffin.
I know what you are thinking, this bloke is accident prone but you have to admit I have taken the concept to a whole new level.


























































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