First Impressions

 

 

12 years ago I stayed with a Kiwi friend in London. She lived with 10 other Kiwis in a flat in Acton.

I hadn’t heard the Kiwi accent for 3 years, so I was ready to listen carefully and prepared to say “excuse me” and “pardon” more than normal, when the first 2 flatmates arrived home from work.

They were brother and sister and seemed to be in a heated argument.

The conversation went something like …  “No, you are the c**t.” “Who ya calling c**t? c**t“. “F**k you, you c**t“.  

Eventually, I asked the woman what her job was.  She replied.

“Pardon”, I said.

She repeated her answer.

“Excuse me”, I said.

Her brother noticed that I was having trouble with the accent and asked me what I thought she was saying.

“She’s a dick licker“, I replied.

She yelled,  “I’m a debt collector!

Myself and her brother became good friends.

 

note: I eventually visited their hometown of Huntly. I would have put in a picture of the place’s main attraction “the power plant“, but the website wanted me to buy the photo! (seriously)

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One response to “First Impressions

  1. Interesting occupation that. Bet she is v busy!

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