Yesterday I was polite to a colleague and, as a result, today I’ve been subjected to a half-hour lecture on Canada and given three other books on Germany, Sweden and Switzerland to look through.
Never again should I express interest in this man’s travels.
So much of “I went here and I went there” and so little of “Have you travelled?” and “Where have you been?”
His near obsession with the Land of Eh? rivals another associate (somewhere between friend and acquaintance, closer to the acquaintance side of the spectrum) of mine who, in essence, loves the place because “It works, and people mean it when they ask you how you are.”
Well then, off to Canada with you, I say. I feel for the ego that takes it to heart when he realises that the Spar cashier doesn’t actually mean it when she inquires after your mental and physical wellbeing.
This same individual sent an email today relating to a braai she and her husband are having this weekend to celebrate spring.
Now stay with me here people, it might get confusing – she asked *me* to lunch at her house. The email, however, demanded that I bring meat, drinks and either rolls, a potato something or other, a salad, snacks or a dessert.
Just in case I lost you, *I* am bringing *my entire meal with me* to *her* house.
I must say, I was pretty convinced her wedding was going to be a ‘bring and braai’ affair, and since it was not, perhaps this is payback?