Me: “If you and Debbie”
‘Debbie’ interrupting: Actually, my name’s Nerina.”
Me: “Oh my word, sorry!”
Nerina: “That’s okay, people do it the whole time.”
Norval, to me: “Sorta like people getting confused between you and Paul.”
Ciffy, seeing me at Lisa’s dress-up: “You look so much like this painting in our living room! It’s of the most beautiful girl in the world, and when I find her, I’m going to marry her! [Just as I’m about to get really pleased about the compliment] And you almost look like her! Not quite though.”
Lisa’s brother Matt, in a letter to her at her 21st: “I remember thinking you were small, weak and ugly, not realizing that this was natural for someone your age. Then, when you started growing out of it, I started realizing that you might actually be human.”
Lisa’s brother: “And you always used to come home with those certificates for diligence. Now I can finally tell you: certificates of diligence are for those people who work hard enough but don’t get the results. You’re like a nerd without the brains.”
Lisa’s dad: “People have told me that you only start living at the age of 50 [at this point, all the old people at the back start cheering] No, wait, don’t cheer too fast. ‘Cause it might be true. But at that point, you’re worn out, tired out, and spread out.”
Paul B, on his trip to Hongkong: “Grace, I must just tell you: I. love. Asian. people.”
Lecturer: “Have you ever wondered if as intellectuals, we have greater capabilities than the average man on the street, just because we have a higher endurance for boredom?”
Anja: “Now that was a brain fart!”
Larita: “Ag julle, die aand is nog ‘n embryo.”
Me: “What happens if you don’t have children?”
Rob: “Don’t look at me! I can’t help you out – I’m already married!”
Me: “She’s got the De Villiers look about her”
Paul: “Woah, that’s not nice.”
Irene, from the garden: “Could one of you plug in the washing machine?”
Paul: “Don’t talk to us as if we live in the type of household that’s going to help!”
Paul: “Wow. People are going to think I’m really nasty from all my comebacks, but I’m not. I’m just smart.
Me and my technological advancement..
Irene: “What are you looking for in a phone?”
Me, very seriously: “It’s definitely got to have sms capability.”
Paul: “Where does the word Ridonkulous come from?”
Me, very seriously: “From the words “Ridiculous’ and “donk”. …oh.
[Paul, mock-punching me, but missing and punching the wall instead]
Me, muttering as I see this: “Stupid.”
[Then I go and walk straight into a box.]
Paul, during a late night munching session: “I bet you R100 that I can stick this wafer up your nose.”
Paul: “In the absence of independent witnesses, I am always right”.
Angelo, sighing next to me in Humarga: “Sometimes I think we pay the university to torture us.”
Philip, helpfully while peering over my shoulder: “3000 words? That’s like nothing for a thesis.”
sometimes context plays a bigger role than you think….
Nicolai: “We should get the girls to have a competition where they grow their arm hair!”
Paul, not paying attention to this suggestion, suddenly on the topic of my head hair: “Grace, your hair is too long.”
Lecturer: “Who should i get to read? Tasneem?”
Tasneem: “Did you not see me trying not to catch your attention???”
Lecturer: I did! That’s why I’m asking you!
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