My patience was tested not too long after that when I took an Uber to work. Unfortunately for me, my driver was one of those annoying distant family members – one of those people whom you’d always want to avoid. That morning, I was in a rush and I didn’t have the luxury to cancel the trip to request another driver. It was actually a Monday morning. Although I was dikbek (moody), I forced myself to be courteous and exchange pleasantries with the Boeta (uncle). The drive went fairly okay – at first. We spoke so lekker (well) about our lives, and how our immediate families were.
Then, as we stopped at the first red robot, the Boeta peered up at his rear-view mirror and shot me with – and yes, you’ve guessed correctly – “Maar jy’t eintlik vet geword”. It didn’t stop there. The Boeta continued with, “En jy’t nou ’n vet gevriet, nè!” (And you now have a fat face, eh!). He even gave off a slight giggle after that second comment. That “huh huh huh” still sounds so vividly in my ears. Yoh! (Wow!) I wish I could express the list of colourful language that spun through my head after he made that dreadful comment. The nerve of that Boeta to tell me that I had ’n vet gevriet (a fat face).
But, again, I kept my cool. I knew that he had sadly run out of things to say to me. Maybe I should’ve reminded him that he had seen me last when I was a teenager, and of course I was going to look different. Instead, as I stepped out of his car, I gave him a lekker vet (nice and fat) one-star for that Uber trip – the one star being as fat as my gevriet!