A funny thing happened to me yesterday. Emma wanted me to buy corn syrup so she could make toffee apples. I looked in Coles, and asked for help, but still I couldn't find it, and had to rush off to meet a friend. (I had asked Mr Google, and discovered corn syrup is the same as glucose syrup - both terribly unhealthy.)
After coffee with my friend, I decided to keep looking, and, as Woolworths was closer, I went there and asked at the front desk. A young man came to help me. When I told him I'd already been to Coles (the opposition), he said in mock horror, 'Be still my beating heart.'
I thought that was an absolute scream. It illustrates beautifully how not-class-conscious we are in Australia. He could be doing a PhD in literature for all I knew or cared, not a 'mere' supermarket employee. That's the thing I like most about Australia - respect for everybody.
He took me off to search and we ended up with glucose syrup and Emma made her toffee apples.
He took me off to search and we ended up with glucose syrup and Emma made her toffee apples.
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