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A 24-year-old local finance worker took lunch today at
Not because he didn’t want to, he says, but because he got distracted.
Alasdair-John Taylor often cuts through the Old City District David Jones when he lunches at the nearby Guzman y Gomez because of the air-conditioning – but whenever he does, he feels his DJ’s Charge Card start to itch in his back pocket.
Which is why this afternoon the generally unpopular Young Liberal branch secretary decided to have a ‘me afternoon’ browsing the tie bar selections on the fourth floor.
The poon caught up with our reporter, who was at David Jones to buy his brother a pair of new suit pants after ripping the crotch out of the pair he loaned him for a weekend wedding.
“They’re mesmerising,” he said, looking into the display while the sales clerk forced a smile.
“Which one is your favourite?”
Our reporter elected not to answer that.
“My favourite is the Hugo Boss one. How much is it? [laughs] No, I’ve already got too many! But how many is too many?”
Taylor then stated for the record that he had 37.
After hearing that, the sales clerk turned on her heels and walked out of the check-out island like it was on fire and our reporter put his hand into his pocket to thread some keys through his knuckles.
Slowly but successfully, they both made it to safety.
More to come.
