You have bar-like conversations with Woolies checkout girls. Today, I collected my son from college and we popped into Woollies for a few things on the way home. The chirpy smiling checkout girl says to us "Happy Poets Day", Yeah okay I thought and smiled politely back at her. Next she says "Do you know what poets day is all about?" "...Uh no" I replied. So she shouts at the top of her voice "P**s Off Early - Tomorrow Saturday!!!" and then proceeded to laugh uncontrollably like an Aussie Barbara Windsor. :dropjaw::bemusedlook: x 2

Ah, the supermarket cringe resurfaces...

After the initial 'how's your day so far?' I had a check out girl spot I was buying veggie products. She declared at the top of her voice, 'I love my meat' to the delight of a couple of elderly de-shoed blokes in the queue.

joking apart, could it be that in UK we take ourselves just a little bit too seriously?

Strange but since living here and really understanding most don't give a shit, its actually stopped rubbing me up as much.

Maybe it doesn't really matter

Or when I was buying wine and condoms she asked whether I was on a promise or not. Take a lucky guess says I.

You couldn't make this stuff up.

Or maybe you're becoming more like them!

But jaw drops aside generally I'm enjoying these expected gems that spill forth from the Aussie people

[QUOTE=Turban Explorer;9307705]Ah, the supermarket cringe resurfaces...

After the initial 'how's your day so far?' I had a check out girl spot I was buying veggie products. She declared at the top of her voice, 'I love my meat' to the delight of a couple of elderly de-shoed blokes in the queue.[/QUOTE]

Ok now my porridge is in the bin.

you try to pop round to see yer mom on a sunday morning...

When you see someone barefoot and your first thought is 'oh god, not another major pointless rant waiting to happen on BE' and your second thought is 'who gives a shit'.

When you walk up the driveway to check the mail and nearly get your head taken off by free newspaper guy lobbing newspaper out of van window at high speed.

[QUOTE=scottishcelts;9308009] rofl::

...you can't wait for Winter.

Absolument. I draped a jumper around my shoulders the other evening and almost danced around in delight.

I remember when I was in the Mess in Poona. Must have been around 02 (1902 of course).

We used to thrash our houseboys and grooms to within an inch of their lives if they even looked at us. “Damn you boy, keep those eyes down” we would shout as we spilled our G&T on them. I remember “Bungalow” Branson killing a couple when he had drunk a little too much whiskey.

Now to hear that Australian girls have the temerity to actually speak to customers! Unbelievable.

I assume they at least did it with averted eyes? Did you consider horsewhipping?

Who do these colonial girls think they are?

YKYIAW.....

You squeeze your way into a jam packed bar to watch a boxing match with a pint and youre the ONLY female in the whole bloody place... The crowds part and some one offers you their seat...