Thursday, September 23, 2010
Next phase of disgruntlement: Brits who don't greet you.
Went to a braai last night. For real, where I even ate boerewors. We got a bit tonked, but this is what happened.
Peas: Aargh. I'm getting increasingly annoyed with people who don't answer me when I say good morning.
Brit: I've told you about this. People in London don't do this.
Saffa mate: Brit, it's gonna take her 6 months to get over it.
Brit: 6 months? Really?
Saffa: Ja bru. Sunny Saffas get seriously miffed when people don't say hello back.
Brit: Oh God.
Peas: It's true! This one dude at work never says 'good morning' back when I go in, and I am taking it very personally.
Brit: I've been hearing about this for 2 months now.
Saffa: You got another four, bru.
Peas: It's not like I greet people in the tube or bus. I'm talking in my workspace. It's just general courtesy and good manners to acknowledge someone when they greet you. For fuck's sake. How hard can it be?
Brit: It's a hard ask Peas. People just don't do that...in big British cities. You need to live in the countryside.
Peas: Well I'm just going to ignore that dude now. I'm just not going to say anything to people who are rude and grumpy. Bloody Brits.
Saffa: No no. You have it all wrong. Let me tell you a little story. You have to push through bru.
Peas: But...how? I'm losing steam here.
Saffa: I had a mate, and for 6 months he said 'good morning!' to everyone everyday. Slowly, but surely, they started turning around. And now some of them even greet him first.
Saffa: [Takes gulp of wine] The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.......You need to bloom, china.
And so I will. Bring on the good morning challenge.