Lothar
Krisjan: "Goeie more. Maak vol met Super, asseblief."
Attendant: "How much?"
Krisjan: "Vol asseblief."
Attendant: "I only speak English Sir!"
Krisjan: "Noooo problem.... Good day to you, Sir.
I currently feel a profound desire to replenish the
propellant of my motorized vehicle. Therefore, I
cordially request you to transfer, from your
subterranean reservoir, a sufficient quantity of
combustible fluid of the highest octane rating to fill
the appropriate receptacle of the said means of
perambulation to the brim."
Attendant: "Hau?"
Krisjan: "Do you have a problem Sir? I thought you said you
spoke English?"
Attendant: "English..... that, she is not English!"
Krisjan: "My dear Sir, are you veritably attempting to
insinuate that you do not even recognize the
language which you allege to be your singular means
of communication?"
Attendant: "Hau?"
Krisjan: "Let me attempt to elucidate in the most elementary
terms your paltry grasp of the English vernacular is
frittering away the time at my disposal, or, as I
would put it, in a more civilized, intelligible
language....
Dit is fokken duidelik dat jy FOKKOL van Engels
weet. So, kry jou slapgat in rat en maak hierdie
bliksemse kar se tank vol voordat ek hier uitklim en
jou moer, want jy mors my donnerse tyd!!!!!!!!!
Verstaan jy nou?!!"
Attendant: "Ja, Meneer. Vol, Meneer? Afrikaans is beter,
Meneer"
Attendant: "How much?"
Krisjan: "Vol asseblief."
Attendant: "I only speak English Sir!"
Krisjan: "Noooo problem.... Good day to you, Sir.
I currently feel a profound desire to replenish the
propellant of my motorized vehicle. Therefore, I
cordially request you to transfer, from your
subterranean reservoir, a sufficient quantity of
combustible fluid of the highest octane rating to fill
the appropriate receptacle of the said means of
perambulation to the brim."
Attendant: "Hau?"
Krisjan: "Do you have a problem Sir? I thought you said you
spoke English?"
Attendant: "English..... that, she is not English!"
Krisjan: "My dear Sir, are you veritably attempting to
insinuate that you do not even recognize the
language which you allege to be your singular means
of communication?"
Attendant: "Hau?"
Krisjan: "Let me attempt to elucidate in the most elementary
terms your paltry grasp of the English vernacular is
frittering away the time at my disposal, or, as I
would put it, in a more civilized, intelligible
language....
Dit is fokken duidelik dat jy FOKKOL van Engels
weet. So, kry jou slapgat in rat en maak hierdie
bliksemse kar se tank vol voordat ek hier uitklim en
jou moer, want jy mors my donnerse tyd!!!!!!!!!
Verstaan jy nou?!!"
Attendant: "Ja, Meneer. Vol, Meneer? Afrikaans is beter,
Meneer"