Posts Tagged ‘Mim’
Mim: I really like how ABJ has opened up this space.
T: Ja, me too.
Mim: We’re going to put an occasional table over there.
T: Is the table going to be there all the time?
Mim: What do you mean?
Pim: Will it be there only on occasion?
Mim: You two have been spending far too much time together!
Pim: You’d better be careful saying you’re happy to travel in Africa. Next thing they’ll send you to Macquarie University in Rwanda.
Mim: I think you mean Makerere University…
T: …in Uganda.
T: Who’s that guy?
Mim: He’s the head of the SA Tennis Association.
T: If my name were Ian Smith, I’d change it. Although, I did know a guy called Iain Smith in Dubai.
Mim: Ja, there was that music teacher in Grahamstown called Ian Smith too. But if your surname is Smith, you really should have a name like Sebastian or Benjamin… or Broccoli.
T: I just came up with a good idea for a book. Another one.
T: It’s going to be about people who still live at home. I’ll get all my friends who are living with their parents to write a chapter. I’ll call it: My mom lost my ID book.
Mim: Do you want to make families estranged?
T: I suppose it would be only fair to give the parents each their own chapter too.
Mim: It’s a bad idea. And anyway, we aren’t sure that I lost your ID book.
Pim: Does anyone want to go to the Apple store later?
Chorus: Me! Me! Me!
Pim: Perhaps we should have lunch there.
Mick: Maybe they serve apples?
Mim: You’ve been around this family too long.
Pim: Apple crumble…
Kim: Apple strudle…
T: Do you think they serve oranges at the PC store?
T: Okay, but if we don’t leave right now we’ll have less time…
Pim: Fewer time; you aren’t allowed to say “less” when Mim is around.
Kim: Fewer is more.