Ghost Town

You know those people you secretly hope you would run into again one day and then you replay the conversation you would have with them over and over in your head? I had one of those people. A ghost from the past who haunted me for years, who I had imaginary conversations with for months.

In the past two and a half weeks I have managed to bump into this ghost 3 times! The first time was a chance meeting on Pitt Street; he doesn’t even work in city…why on earth you were there around lunch time? The conversation did not go the way I had anticipated. Instead, he was so nervous; I thought he was going to rub his hands right off. It probably didn’t help that my sister was dishing him her famous “don’t even think about it mother trucker” stares.

The second time was at Broadway shopping centre. After a grueling grocery shop, Lisa and I decided to reward ourselves with a mindless movie, so we headed to the cinemas. Of course, my ghost happened to be there too! At this stage, I was starting to think this ghost was real…Auto pilot kicked in, I turned on my heels and ran as fast as my 3.5 inches would let me. I don’t know why I ran…it was silly now I think of it. Of course shortly after my diva-esque antics, I received a message from the ghost questioning whether my abrupt exit was a little melodramatic.

Third time lucky was last Thursday. This one is considered lucky because I didn’t directly see him. My ladies and I were hanging out on a particularly sexy Sydney night at the noodle markets. You know those nights where all the beautiful people have assembled, the night is balmy and the air is rich with possibility and excitement? Well, I was having one of those nights and nothing was going to change my mood. As we walked through Hyde park someone dared me to do the running man in the middle of those big chess boards, in return for dinner. Before I even had a chance to consider, Lisa grabbed me by the arm and swiftly lead me through the crowd. It appears that the ghost was sitting on the edge of the chess board…what are the chances? Thankfully, Lisa dished up another serving of “don’t even think about it mother trucker”.

Why is it that my ghost keeps reappearing? Do we have unresolved issues? Is Sydney just too small? What ever it is, I hope I can play nice next time, because at the rate things are going, it may be just be tomorrow.