Jacobs, Colin (7 August 2014; Crikey.com.au)
I bundle out of the train in short-pants and find a phone box to call Colin. I’ve started explaining where to meet me when Colin screams and I hear the receiver clatter against the tabletop.
When he comes back on a few minutes later, Colin explains that from his kitchen window, he saw his car start to roll back down the slope out of his garage. He ran out of his house and slapsticked along beside it trying to get the key into the lock as it picked up speed, rolled down the slope and through the neighbour’s fence in front of an audience of staring children.
The car came to a halt. The children waited in silence to see what he’d do next. Colin looked at them, stepped back and gave a bow.