Yesterday I went to a Braai (which is a South African barbeque). It was held by a woman who works at the same place as my girlfriend, so I was on good behaviour. We brought along some Castle Lager to remind her of home.
The food was great (a whole roasted lamb, a mixture of salads, roasted potatoes, some yummy Afrikaans puds) and the rain managed to hold off for the afternoon.
There was an odd part though. While I was queuing for my helping of lamb, I could hear the lady behind me, with a South African accent, talking about how ‘English’ queuing was, and bemoaning those barbarian Europeans (especially the Italians) for not getting the idea. A bit annoying and snobby, but each to their own I thought.
Right up to the time where she cut in front of me…
Seems that while queuing is ‘English’, It’s not very South African.