Julian McGurk and his family of three had just finished up a surprisingly successful day trip to Miaree Pool. No tantrums from the kids, gazebo went up without a hitch and wife was surprisingly docile. Feeling blown away that nothing had yet to spoil the day trip, he got the gusto to try out the two-way on the way home.
Travelling down North West Coastal Highway in the family Hyundai Santa Fe, he commandeered the handheld device, announcing “2-2-4-4 there’s a road train heading for McDonald’s drive-through,” as he winked at his wife.
With radio silence on the airways, Kate McGurk, 37, became a bit queasy with the prospect she might have to put out tonight after that daring display.
Fiddling with knobs, the dad made his way onto channel 40 feeling ebullient after hearing an odd crackle. He was now in the trucky’s dominion.
“Hey TOLL, copy, that you headin’ in to fuel up mate?” a raspy voice crackled.
Julian smiled and looked back at the kids, who were leaning in with anticipation to hear some genuine truck driver chatter.
“Yeah ‘ats me. Done my hole on the Hawks this weekend, heading home after the pump station to get on top of the wife, me other pump station .”
A spike of fear went through Julian’s spine, and he attempted to fumble with the controls and shut the radio off before anything else came through.
“Ooooweee sounds like fun mate.” Another ghoulish voice chimed in.
“Yeah, gonna be like an emu exploded in her guts mate….*white noise*”
Julian had finally clicked the radio off, but it was too late. He looked back at the kids, whose heads were swirling with the extremely NSFW banter they had just been subjected to.
Julian dared not look over at his wife for the rest of the trip and silently contemplated escape routes for when he was surely dressed down for the blunder later that evening.
