It's interesting the things you hear when you're working. One of the physio's I work with was treating a new patient yesterday and they got to talking.
He works in the prison system and, just recently, the head of one of our prisons went missing. He took himself off for a bush walk and never came back. At the time of this writing, he is presumed dead. He didn't take much with him, but he was an experienced bushwalker (aren't they all?) and was expected to be found.
Here's the thing though; the new patient knew this guy and he - and most of the people he works with, it seems - believes he's done a runner. Because he took so little with him, yet the track he got lost on was a place he grew up in. He had no mobile phone or GPS, so he can't be tracked down. He didn't take a car. And, most important, HE GETS LOST IN A PLACE HE GREW UP IN.
That's like getting lost on the way from your bedroom to your bathroom. If your bedroom and bathroom were 300 hectares of bushland.
Now, I don't know how true any of this is but, it's interesting what you hear when you're at work.
4 comments:
Cherchez l'argent. If he's done a runner, he's taken his money with him.
What a fascinating, totally believable, Twilight Zone story! Who among us hasn't at least *thought* about chucking it all and running? I smell a movie in the works.
GB: exactly what I thought GB, but his account hasn't been touched. Too suspicious straight away?
UB: I hope our movie system isn't in charge of it.
I'm constantly trying to think up ways to fake my own death and get out of my student loans. It's the only way. And now that I just wrote it for all of the internets to see, I probably won't ever get away with it. DAMN IT.
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