Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked out forty-seven, and the last three couldn't be bothered either. No positions, no orders, no drama — just a bloke leaning on the ute waiting for something to break.
Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked out forty-seven, and the three left standing didn't give me a reason. No orders, no positions, nothing to babysit. Some days the ute just doesn't need fixing.
Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked out forty-seven, and the last three couldn't be bothered either. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm just leaning on the tray waiting for something to move.
Scanned fifty, the watchlist knocked out forty-seven, and the last three didn't dip enough to bother with. No positions, no orders, no drama. Some days the ute just sits in the shade.