When a man stumbles to a bus stop screaming at himself on his way to hitch a ride on the free public transport service and frantically screams at the bus to stop even though it sits idly awaiting passengers. He may occasionally bang on the driver’s window in a threatening manner as he screams obscenities at his female partner telling her to hurry up, seemingly fearful of missing the bus in order to ride in circles around the city all day, or to make random stops around the parklands to drink methylated spirits and play slippy dip in the local creek with the fellas.
There's Jed, that Screamin' BusDusty, on his way to encircle the city on the free public transport, yelling at his woman!
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.