Buy she one ah daze
The other day I was talking a well-travelled short-cut to avoid Saddle Road traffic when I had to stop at a speed bump to wait for opposing traffic to file past because parked cars made the road single lane.
“Ay stranger! How you doing?”
I looked at the driver of the car going in the opposite direction and pretended to recognise the woman who clearly knew me.
“I good. Long time no see.”
“Yes. You know. Everything good with you?”
“Cyah complain. We need to lime soon.”
“Yes. We’ll catch up soon.”
“OK. See you.”
The exchange must have taken all of 20 seconds, but the cars lined up behind her made me a bit uncomfortable even though she clearly wasn’t.
As she resumed going over the hump where I had stopped, one car horn went off, but by that time she was moving again.
As I sat waiting for a break in the traffic behind her, all the while wondering where in hell I knew this woman from, one smiling driver held up his phone as he went over the hump next to me. He smiled as he jiggled the phone between his thumb and index finger and said “Buy she one ah deze.” as he continued past.
I laughed and remembered who she was at the same time.
With all of the bad news locally and internationally it’s good to know that our famous sense of humour is still alive and well.