I have started a new thing. It’s called the Jill Goldberg Award for Political Incorrectness*.
Today’s winner is the middle-aged woman in front of me in the queue at the Clicks Pharmacy in Rondebosch. She was chatting to her friend who was sitting out the wait in a chair nearby and their conversation could be heard by the entire shop, which included staff and customers of all races.
Woman 1 So, have you travelled yet this year?
Woman 2 No, actually not, which reminds me – I need to renew my passport.
Woman 1 Oh what a bore. SUCH a long wait…
Woman 2 Not at all, they’re very efficient at the British Embassy. But it is jolly expensive!
Woman 1 I didn’t know you had a British passport. Were you born there, Patsy?
Woman 2 No, but my father was and he organised it all for us ages ago, although he said it wasn’t easy in those days because they were too busy letting in all the bloody Pakis.
* Awards are made to whomever I want and whenever I feel like it, and I am the only judge. The results are final and no correspondence will be entered into.