Boringgeoff
27th September 2019, 09:18 AM
This is a story my old workmate Bill told me a long time ago.
In his youth in the 1930's he contemplated joining the church as a minister, but couldn't decide which church to join. In the town where he was living in the Mid-west of WA there were two churches over the road from each other. On one side, the Catholic church, a big flash brick building with an imposing steeple. Opposite, the Anglican church, a rough looking corrugated iron shed. One day a cockeyed-bob (https://www.macquariedictionary.com.au/resources/aus/word/map/search/word/cockeye%20bob/Northern%20West%20Australia/) hit town, uprooted the Anglican church and slammed it fair through the roof of the Catholic church completely wrecking them both. Bill contemplated the carnage and decided being a minister wasn't for him, as he told me " I couldn't work for a bloke that treated his gear like that".
In his youth in the 1930's he contemplated joining the church as a minister, but couldn't decide which church to join. In the town where he was living in the Mid-west of WA there were two churches over the road from each other. On one side, the Catholic church, a big flash brick building with an imposing steeple. Opposite, the Anglican church, a rough looking corrugated iron shed. One day a cockeyed-bob (https://www.macquariedictionary.com.au/resources/aus/word/map/search/word/cockeye%20bob/Northern%20West%20Australia/) hit town, uprooted the Anglican church and slammed it fair through the roof of the Catholic church completely wrecking them both. Bill contemplated the carnage and decided being a minister wasn't for him, as he told me " I couldn't work for a bloke that treated his gear like that".