Strange little Keysborough

The most exciting thing about living out in Keysborough is that getting lost is an excellent exciting adventure. There's always something new to discover. It's like living in a little fairytale book. There are many things that happen that it's just very hard to document them all but here's one story still fresh in my mind.

Today as I was pushing my little niece around, I stumbled upon a road signposted: "Turramurra," and decided to walk down to see where it led to. I kept on walking until I came to Corrigan Rd, and walked down that until I came to a little milk bar, of which judging from the lack of cars and the door being shut, I thought it was an abandoned old building with the posters still stuck to the windows. But as I went closer, having to pass it to get to the end of the road, I saw that it had an "I'm open" sign, minus the "I'm" bit. It looked condemned, but because I have a very inquisitive mind, I had to see what was inside and whether it was really "open" or not. I parked Shirlene's pram outside of the milk bar and pushed open the door, which to my surprise, opened without any scary side effects, of which I had exercise in my mind before hand.

And there is was... A beautiful milk bar, filled with all our daily essentials, completed spotless from ceiling to floor and everything was nicely arranged. I went over to the ice-cream box and Shirlene was scrummaging around the Lolly/chocolate area picking out something of her desire. There was no one behind the counter at this point but soon this lady, who had a very serious and stern look on her face was staring at us from behind the counter, possibly watching our every movement. She was this medium height Asian women, probably in her mid-thirties but her face appeared to be severely weathered. She didn't seem very happy at all, and it was as if she was keen on getting us out of the milk bar. She was in the same pose every time I sneaked a glance at her.

Finally I came to the counter with my two icecream selections, and she gave me the total straight away including what Shirlene had picked out. However Shirlene changed her order after I had paid and opted for something else instead and not knowing what she got at first, I asked the woman if I could change the order, but she said that it's okay, she can take it.

THEN! she came out from behind the counter and ask Shirlene how old she was. I answered almost two. She replied back saying that she thought I am very young... After having realised what she was suggesting, I frantically protested and said that it was my sisters and that I'm only 19, out of university and nowhere near having children. Then I saw her smile. She was probably amused at the fact that she thought Shirlene was my daughter. Afterwards we talked for awhile and she didn't seem scary at all. She was quite friendly.

I didn't dare make comments on the outward appearance of her milk bar though, but maybe another day. I suppose having people wonder whether or not you are too young to have a kid breaks the ice. :)