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Petrolprobleme
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Krisjan pull in by Zenex eendag met sy battered bakkie gedress in khakis, velskoene, snor en 'n slaprandhoed. Hy sweef die petriljoggie sy sleutels med die vierkleur sleutelhouer en sê "Goeie more, maak vol met super, asseblief."
"How much?" vra die petrol outjie.
"Vol asseblief."
"I only speak english!" insist die astrante bliksem.
Krisjan dink so rukkie hard en skiem toe dissie 'n probleem nie: "Good day to you Sir, I currently feel a profound desire to replenish the propellant of my motorised chariot. Therefore, I cordially request
you to transfer, from your subterranean reservoir, a sufficient quantity of combustable fluid of the highest octane rating to fill the appropriate receptacle of the said means of conveyance to the brim."
"Hau?!"
"Do you have a problem Sir? I thought you said you spoke English?"
"English! That is not English!"
"My dear Sir, are you veritably attempting to insinuate that you do not even recognise the language which you allege to be your singular means of communication?"
"Hau?!"
"Let me attempt to elucicate in the most elementary forms, your paltry grasp of English vernacular is frittering away the time at my disposal or as I would put it in a civilised intelligible language - Dit is so duidelik soos daglig dat jy aboluut FOKKOL van Engels weet en jy mors my bliksemse tyd! Verstaan jy nou?"
"Ja meneer, ek moet hom vol maak meneer. Afrikaans, hy is beter meneer.