from Katherine
No, I am not hearing them. Rather, it is the sound of my voice that alerts people that I am not a South African.
I stopped at the market the other day to get some milk. I went to the till to pay for it and greeted the cashier and the bag person as I always do. (It embarrasses Cason that I talk to people where ever I go.)
As soon as the words were out of my mouth the bag boy asked, “Do you know, Mr. Elliott?” I confessed that I did know him quite well; in fact he is my husband. Lindile was very excited and asked me to tell ‘Mr. Elliott’ that he now had a job at the Super Spar, our grocery store. I asked Lindile if he had taken Elliott’s computer class and indeed he had. Then I asked why he thought I knew Elliott. Lindile said, “It is your voice; you sound just alike.”
No, I am not hearing them. Rather, it is the sound of my voice that alerts people that I am not a South African.
I stopped at the market the other day to get some milk. I went to the till to pay for it and greeted the cashier and the bag person as I always do. (It embarrasses Cason that I talk to people where ever I go.)
As soon as the words were out of my mouth the bag boy asked, “Do you know, Mr. Elliott?” I confessed that I did know him quite well; in fact he is my husband. Lindile was very excited and asked me to tell ‘Mr. Elliott’ that he now had a job at the Super Spar, our grocery store. I asked Lindile if he had taken Elliott’s computer class and indeed he had. Then I asked why he thought I knew Elliott. Lindile said, “It is your voice; you sound just alike.”
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