Blacktown's never dull.
As I walk along the platform and wait for a train to the City, a child in a pram screams from across two tracks on the opposite platform. His father stands a metre away from me.
The child's father yells out, "What did he say?!?"
The child's mother yells back, "POOFTA!!!"
The child's father laughs raucously.
I'm about to grimace, when I remember to hold back my disapproving facial expressions. Gaining the attention of a proud yobbo father is probably not advisable.
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