I was a little psycho this weekend. And that's putting it mildy. Sitting in friends' parking lot (when they are not there) and bawling for no logical reason is not what I would call a normal Thursday night. And that was just the start of a long weekend that had me being slightly crazy / inappropriate and just plain dumb.
Friday was Heritage Day - you gotta love South Africa, making a public holiday for braaing. Anyway, so there are all us white English people standing around the braai; while the Chinese people in the complex play ping pong and an Indian dude walks in with his cricket kit (talk about stereotypes!).
And here comes the first moment of the day when my psycho tendancies emerge:
I'm busy telling delightful T, visiting from Cape Town, about my new digs and the fact that we have two live-in maids.
She asks if they are Malawian.
I give her a hugely weird look and say 'Why the hell would they be Malawian' (apparently there are lots of Malawians in Joburg it turns out)
And after she explains I say: "Oh, I didn't know. You may as well asked if they were from Nigeria or JAPANESE" (the ping pong ball bounces to a halt at this point.
Awkward. Everyone cans themselves laughing and I try redeem myself and keep talking.
And a few minutes later the ping pong ball rolls towards us (which it seemed to do the entire afternoon) and one of the Chinese dudes comes to pick it up and says 'Sorry'.
And out of absolute NOWHERE I say 'Thank you' (some subconscious way of apologising for earlier, but one that makes absolutely no sense and further compounds the previous incident).
So basically in three words I managed to make myself out to be racist, retarded and absolutely ridiculous.
