Toni Collins, Byron Bay
Walking to the radio station in my lovely shoes I’ve had for a couple of years but only worn about four times, one shoe felt a bit loose. No time to walk back, so I kept walking. The right shoe had semi come apart as can happen in this climate. Oh well, I didn’t have to walk around much at work.
It was not long before the other shoe felt loose and almost disintegrated. In the bin for my poor, lovely shoes; I’m barefoot at work and walking home.
I was a little bit self-conscious of being barefoot in the street. But I’m in Byron right, so what does it matter? I’m in a town where anything goes, and my dress is long, no one’s going to notice.
As I’m walking I hear a car horn. This guy is repeatedly tooting his horn. Quite unusual for Byron, so figure him for a jerk. I notice another man staring at me and smirking. Even when I look at him a couple of times he still looks at me and smirks. He’s a complete stranger. I say to him ‘what is it?’, in an everyday enquiring manner as I’m thinking ‘it’s because I haven’t any shoes on’, but this is not that amusing – I’m in Byron where everything goes. He’s still smirking and says, ‘the woman’s drawers are open’.
I turn and look at what he’s looking at, the woman’s open drawers. Now I’m smirking too. The man tooting his horn wasn’t a jerk but tooting at a van, common accommodation in Byron, its back doors had opened at the roundabout, and the woman’s drawers from under her bed had opened and spilled their contents onto the road. Yep, it’s Byron, typical everyday weird shit.