The other day I went to my tailor to pick a few clothes she had fixed for me. When I was about to leave, Nomsa – the owner of the shop – walked in and came towards the counter. She picked up the collection slip I had just handed in, looked up my name and said:
Nomsa: Johanna?
Me: Yes, Nomsa, how’re you doing?
Nomsa: Johanna… you got fat! Have you stopped going to the gym?
Me: (Facial expression a mix of bafflement, confusion and WTF?!)
Nomsa: Look at you – you definitely got fat!
Me: Nomsa, you can’t say that – you’re gonna make me cry!
Nomsa: Ah… (waives hand), it’s okay – you still look okay…
Me: (Smiles confused) Good to see you again, Nomsa.
I don’t think there’s many other places in the World where this kind of conversation could have taken place… (and could even be considered a compliment as being curvy is a sign of good health and wealth)
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