Say what?
I came out of the pick’n'pay carrying a bag with my lunch in it (chicken and mushroom pie, bag of grapes, in case you’re interested), and got on my bike. As I wheeled it past a parked bakkie, I realised that the enormous woman inside it was addressing me.
“Hello miss”, she said in a heavy South African accent. “Are you from overseas?”
I replied that I am.
“I thought so. Hi, my name is Esther, and I’m from South Africa, and the white women here, they don’t drive bicycles. It is too hot. We like the car.” She looked at me as if my poor brain had been addled by too much sun, and as a result I was letting white women all over the world down by being seen to pedal in public.
I didn’t know quite how to respond to her. I kept to myself that if she cycled a couple of times a week she wouldn’t now look as if she was about to expire from heart failure simply from sitting in the truck while her husband went to buy 15 tons of cattle feed from the farm store round the corner.
So I smiled and said “Yes, I noticed”.
February 20th, 2007 at 4:43 pm
Nice! he he…
February 21st, 2007 at 12:43 pm
Sounds like people on my island…They’re everywhere. Stick to your bike. (Have impression generally you’re low. It gets like that alone in foreign places. I’m sending useless virtual sympathy. But it’s as real as I can make it.)
February 21st, 2007 at 4:34 pm
Granny P, I will stick to the bike! I love it. And thank you for the expression of sympathy – it means alot. I have been low for a quite a while, but I’m doing something about it, which is a relief, although sometimes challenging. Still all grist for the blog mill, etc. etc.
February 22nd, 2007 at 2:19 am
go skydiving. Get high.
February 22nd, 2007 at 2:43 pm
Jennifer – I’m afraid of heights.
February 22nd, 2007 at 2:43 pm
And flying.
March 1st, 2007 at 1:13 pm
Oh my God, Rachel.
You never told me about this nasty encounter.
I would’ve spit on the bitch!
x
danny