Loading ...You can’t buy knives in Oz without proof of age (proof of age today, proof of identity tomorrow). A mate and I arrived too late for staff at a motel, couldn’t find table knives, so bought some at the supermarket with the food. Alarms go off when I scan them, four table knives of the type that struggle with prime fillet steak, and the girl comes over. I explain that we need the knives to go on a stabbing rampage through Jindabyne later that evening; she looks at our lined, bearded faces (my mate looked very much like Santa), laughed and said that as we looked over 18, that was fine.
Cheers for an 18y/o with a sense of humour!!
(probably laughing at the concept of us on a rampage).