Just been robbed. My throat parched, I decide to get myself a milkshake from this shop at Sandton City mall. The milkshake arrives, I pay. Now I think the cashier is mistaken. Sorry, mfethu, I gave you R100, and youre giving me R40. He kind of scowls at me before saying: Milkshake is R60! Shiiit! Are you kidding me! Whats so special about this milkshake? Did the milk come from Queen Elizabeths titties. Or Dolly Partons gazoongas! Come on, people. Its things like these that make people want to join Julius Malema and nationalise stuff. For R60 I could have bought two beers at a posh bar; four at an average bar; or five quarts at a township bar. Or, if you want to compare oranges to oranges, four two-litre bottles of milk. I will not forget the name of that shop: Haagen Dazs. When the revolution comes, I will be the first to attack it. And milk it dry.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Feb 2014 19:10:46 +0000
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