I asked Divan today what their class was going to be doing for their 67 minutes on Mandela Day.
"Nothing", he responded.
I told him that maybe he could get his friends and sing Nkosi Sikelel' iafrika for 67 minutes standing in the middle of the rugby field.....
He thought about it for a few minutes and then said:
"No, I have a double period tomorrow. I'm going to tell my teacher that for 67 minutes I am going to be good in class - but when those 67 minutes are over, they are over......"
Goldfish with Fin
Sharks in my Fish Tank
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
We're not together.......
Last night I realised the tremendous gap between what things meant when I was young(er) and what they mean now.
I arrived home yesterday afternoon to find that my domestic help of the last 3 months had not pitched up for work. Although I had a suspicion that this would be the case (she asked me to drop her pay off with a mutual friend on the weekend), I hadn't made too much of an effort to clean up on Monday evening.
I spent the next two hours cleaning, sweeping, washing laundry, etc. and when Dylan arrived home I realised I had not cooked any supper. Being the gentleman he is, he offered to buy me supper - McDonalds.
We duly got into my car and sped up to the local McDonalds to buy takeaways. The drive-through was incredibly busy so we stopped and went inside to order at the counter. A young lady asked Dylan what his order was and then proceeded to type the order in and yell to the kitchen staff to 'hold the Jalepeno!'. I was standing right next to Dylan and it looked as though she was ignoring me. I leaned across and said to her, pointing in turn at Dylan and myself:
"We are together....."
I couldn't even finish my sentence:
"No we're not! She's my Mom!!!" Dylan loudly proclaims.
I meant 'together' as in our order should be placed 'together'
Dylan thought I meant 'together' as in an item.........
And hence I know that there is a canyon between meanings from my generation to this one.
(By the way, the lady behind the counter answered Dylan by saying: "Your Mom looks very young......." ☺)
I arrived home yesterday afternoon to find that my domestic help of the last 3 months had not pitched up for work. Although I had a suspicion that this would be the case (she asked me to drop her pay off with a mutual friend on the weekend), I hadn't made too much of an effort to clean up on Monday evening.
I spent the next two hours cleaning, sweeping, washing laundry, etc. and when Dylan arrived home I realised I had not cooked any supper. Being the gentleman he is, he offered to buy me supper - McDonalds.
We duly got into my car and sped up to the local McDonalds to buy takeaways. The drive-through was incredibly busy so we stopped and went inside to order at the counter. A young lady asked Dylan what his order was and then proceeded to type the order in and yell to the kitchen staff to 'hold the Jalepeno!'. I was standing right next to Dylan and it looked as though she was ignoring me. I leaned across and said to her, pointing in turn at Dylan and myself:
"We are together....."
I couldn't even finish my sentence:
"No we're not! She's my Mom!!!" Dylan loudly proclaims.
I meant 'together' as in our order should be placed 'together'
Dylan thought I meant 'together' as in an item.........
And hence I know that there is a canyon between meanings from my generation to this one.
(By the way, the lady behind the counter answered Dylan by saying: "Your Mom looks very young......." ☺)
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