The Depressed Kangaroo


Before Johnny 23 hit the dead pig, I had my own incident.

see Johnny 23 Can’t Drive 

3 of us left Alice Springs, turned right at 3 Ways, and were making good time on our way to Cairns.
About 9pm we stopped at a service area, filled our tank, and had a hot meal in the restaurant populated by long haul truckers.
On the way out the door everyone stopped eating and stared at us.
“Mind the roos”, advised the waitress.

We smiled, nodded, and left.
It felt like a scene out of American Werewolf in London.

I got behind the wheel. We were all laughing because we had yet to see a kangaroo on the drive from Alice Springs.

10 minutes down the road, the area was crawling with kangaroos: hundreds of them!
I slowed down for a few kilometres, and then gradually accelerated until we were barreling along at a steady 90 km/h.
Everything was fine until I noticed something in my peripheral vision flying towards the car from 15 meters away.

The kangaroo landed directly in front of the station wagon.

I ran over it convincingly.

I stopped the car, banned myself to the backseat, and waited for the others to come back from inspecting my handy work.

To this day, I still believe the kangaroo committed suicide.

3 responses to “The Depressed Kangaroo

  1. Well aren’t you a wanker !

    Shall I run over your kids for a laugh ? what part of this article should be considered comedy ?

  2. Perhaps it was just trying to kill you? Local knowlege goes a fair way to help saving someone from an accident like that.
    I hope you made sure it was dead…


  3. Citizen: As you left no link, I can only respond here. I was going to delete your comment, but live and let live.

    I appreciate your opinion, but if you don’t like what you read; move on. Kids and Kangaroos are 2 very different things. Obviously you’ve never driven through Australia 🙂
    If I have to explain what is funny in this story, then it’s too late for you.
    hint: the dead kangaroo isn’t funny.

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