Thursday, April 11, 2019

Be still my beating heart


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.

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