When I was zooming around in the rental car in Australia in March, one morning I heard on the radio: “a pedestrian has been knocked over in Rooty Hill”
Now with the exception of what happened to the unfortunate pedestrian (who did survive) this struck me as being really funny. “Knocked over” makes me think of robbery – the bank was knocked over; the teenagers knew a good house to knock over; the bin was knocked over as the bad guys escaped.
And then anything involving the word root is sort of “dirty”……. In Aussie vernacular the word root works both as a verb and a noun and is a synonym for f*ck : “oh mate you’re rooted”; “he’s a good root”; “the lawn mower is rooted”. We would not say that we were “rooting for a team” as that would lead to extreme exhaustion – or one being truly rooted afterwards.
I was always very glad that I never had to say I lived in Rooty Hill.
Here in DC I am a pedestrian and always expecting to be knocked down or hit by a car. It does not instil much confidence in me when I see the little warning signs lying flat on the road. When they go down they stay down!