I’ve never thought it important for immigrants to mix with the Australian community if they didn’t want – I mean it isn’t fair that only people born in Australia have the privilege of being anti-social, reclusive, elitist or snobby* (assimilation police hang on just a second). I didn’t think it important for them to even learn English when coming to live in Australia (ok assimilation police, you can lock me up now).
Well, I might have to change my mind about English after this little incident the other day:
While walking through the carpark, a car stopped to let a boy out. He quickly went to the boot of the car to retrieve his bag and managed to somehow drop his mother’s till of cash that was in the boot. (I think it might have been from a store or business of some sort). Money fell everywhere. Coins and notes were strewn all over the bitumen. I yelled to the boy to pick the money up as the wind picked up and notes started to fly.
I ran to help as the woman driver got out & started organising her money. I asked her if it was ok if I just dumped all the money in the one container – my priority was to get all the money off the road and help the lady on her way. She nodded her head and said, “Yes! Yes!” So there I was scrambling around picking money up and placing it in the plastic container when all of sudden she starts yelling at me in some other language and gesturing for me to go away. Her tirade continued for what seemed like 5 minutes though it was probably just a few more seconds.
I didn’t want a medal and I didn’t even expect her to say thanks but for everyone else out there for future reference, chocolates are an excellect way to say, “thanks” but I certainly wasn’t expecting THAT! Look, lady here are some English phrases that you would do well to learn:
No, thank you.
I am fine.
I am having a heart attack.
I walk along darkened corridors**
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.
I don’t understand English so if you are going to say something to me, I will pretend that I understand and say, “Yes! Yes!” and hope that you’re stupid enough to fall for it.
Oh my goodness, you WERE stupid enough to fall for it. AHAHAHAHAH!
*I am quite prepared for the comments about how unAustralian I am and that I don’t deserve my citizenship. Flame away!
** 20000 million dollars (and by “dollars” I mean air kisses) to the person who can tell me where that’s from


I walk along darkened corridors: is it a TMBG song?
Well, ok..I’ll give it to you. Kisses for my little brother! They’re lyrics from a TMBG song. Either you listened to my TMBG CDs when I wasn’t looking or google is your friend. I think the latter
Salaam;
Greaaat!….I had to Google it and now MY FOUR YEAR OLD has become a diehard TMBG fan! I would blame you, but I’m the one who clicked on the links, eh?
Well, all I can say is your four year old has very good taste.