This morning early I took a scenic drive down to the Traffic and Licensing Department in Korsten.
After being threatened I decided to leave the area and rather go to another facility – like in Humansdorp, Kirkwood or Uitenhage.
It went down like this:
Arriving at the facility I was literally swamped by 6 or more thin and hungry looking guys with teeth that would have benefited from an extensive session with Dr Hoskins – all vying for me to “take a foter”, look after my car “very gut my larnie!” or get forms for me. I stood surrounded by this baying over eager pack of ‘assistants’ and uttered these fateful words; “Do you know anyone who can queue for me?”
The tallest one of the lot grabbed my arm and said “Follow me larnie – for 20 bucks I will get you in the queue.”
I was literally frog marched between my ‘assistants’ and taken to a point around 12 from the head of the line and told; “Stand in front of this guy.” And here my sense of fairplay overwhelmed me so I asked if ‘this guy’ was going to step out of line so that no-one behind me would be prejudiced by my actions. The answer? “No.” Enquiring further of the people in the queue behind me if they would be upset if I entered the queue and no-one fell out (I believe it is called a ‘body for a body’) not one of them