DD was chattering away as we were inching out of the supermarket carpark today - behind a row of cars also leaving.
The car in front was being driven by a dear looking old lady. As DD was chatting to me from the back seat my attention was caught by a movement on the roof of the old lady's car.
I thought it was a leaf.
It wasn't.
When I peer forward to take a better look (murmuring agreeable sounds to DD "really darling?" that sort of thing) I saw that is was a FARKING HUGE HUNTSMAN standing on the roof of the car
It started to walk along - no, wait ... it positively sauntered along the length of the car and started to make it's way down the rear window of the car. It was at least the diameter of the palm of my hand ... [pass out]
Then it stopped ... and I am sure, postively positive it waved at me .
It was joy riding ... it was a hoon huntsman!
All the while the lady was inching forwards and I was inching behind her. My hair was on end and I was speechless to start with. I then started to jabber ... "Oh my fucking god" and the like, with DD saying, "Pardon Mummy, what did you say?"
After a few "Aaaaghghghhghgs" I began to think if this lady bothers to look in her rear view mirror she will have a cardiac arrest ... unless of course the huntsman was her pet ... which is entirely possible (these Aussies can be hard bastards, even the grannies)
Anyway, when it was her turn to pull out into the traffic the HoonHuntsman was settling himself for the ride ... I am sure that when she pulled off he gave me a rude sign and I swear I heard a small voice shout "Burn it Grandma!"
(I bet they parked in the parent and toddler zone too ... )