Today my son and I were out and about. He had to turn around in a small side street/bush track because he missed a turn off. It is a dead end, lots of scrubby bush.
Two dorks were walking away from where we stopped to check directions. A white bashed-up old station wagon was parked on the side of the street.
These numpties were carrying a red petrol container. They kept turning around to look at us.
Now, they might have run out of fuel, but my son decided to take a photo of their number plate when we drove back out.
I’m so proud of him…suspicious of people, just like his mama.