Friday, 28 March 2008
Talking to strangers
When the waitress enthusiastically complimented Berry's Autumn Girl outfit for the second time, my spiel about how my sister sent it from South Africa was interrupted by little thunderbrows glowering, "No, yady! No touch! My dress! Go 'way, yady, my dress!".
She would not be shushed until the "yady" did, in fact, go away. It was all very appalling.