I am beautiful no matter what they say.
Who’d have thought the Aussies would take to me so well. I always knew that they were a welcoming friendly bunch but they really have surprised me with their consistent compliments towards me.
The man in the chemist, the butcher, the Medicare lady, the removal men, have all commented their appreciation of my outward appearance. I am not just talking the odd one or two people but a good few people have told me how beautiful I am. Isn’t that lovely! Just what I need to bolster my self-esteem as I am new to the country.
Take my encounter with the butcher at the market as an example. The exchange went something like this, all said in strong Aussie accent.
Butcher: *G’Day, How ya goin?
Me: I am very well thank you and yourself?
Butcher: Bonza, what can I get ya?
Me: 2 steaks please
Butcher: No worries, (he picks steaks up)
Butcher : There you go, beautiful (phonetically pronounced ber-you-der-ful)
Me: *(Blushing) why thank you kind sir
Butcher: No worries, that’ll be 10 bucks ta
I hand over money
(again I blush)
Butcher: Have a bonza day you little ripper
Me: Thank you and I sincerely hope that you too have a pleasant day
I turn away beaming with delight at being told repeatedly just how stunning I am, I had made a little extra effort with my appearance that particular day so it is nice when someone notices I think as I make my way to the
cupcake vegetable stall. I then notice a rather large heavily tattooed gentleman going to the very same counter I have just left and ordering his meat. While serving the man, I hear the butcher tell him how beautiful he is as he takes his money.
. . . .and then again with the old lady next in the queue.
. . . . . . .then again with the young man behind her.
“That’s beautiful mate thanks” the man says as he takes his purchase and heads off on his merry way.
Oh . . . .
Nb * some cultural stereotyping was used in the production of this blog post.
** all events are true, some scenes may have been edited for dramatic purposes.