Vrot Snoek was loitering outside at the African National Congress national general council last week, waiting to see if he’s going to have to dump the “100% Mbeki” T-shirts he’s been printing. That’s where he heard a nearby police walky-talky crackle, “Car for Minister van Schalkwyk.”
The fuzz holding the receiver looked nonplussed. “Wie?” he asked.
“Car for Minister van Schalkwyk,” came the reply.
Once again: “Wie?” And so it went, back and forth, until the voice finally squawked, “Car for Kortbroek!”
At once, the car was summoned ...
The fuzz holding the receiver looked nonplussed. “Wie?” he asked.
“Car for Minister van Schalkwyk,” came the reply.
Once again: “Wie?” And so it went, back and forth, until the voice finally squawked, “Car for Kortbroek!”
At once, the car was summoned ...
by jd35 October 20, 2007