"Windgat"

Just a very quick, and funny piece to tell.

Our household is hectic at the moment. Year end functions, prize givings. Last night was the prize giving at Arno and Marielle's school. I am fair bursting with pride today- but will wait for Werner to process the photos - then will tell that story tomorrow.

These events have their usual awkwardness, with the Prof being in attendance too.

The Prof phoned yesterday afternoon to find out the times of the prize giving. The girls were at ballet, so I was out with them, while Arno and Werner were home.

Arno answered the phoned and told his dad he "thought" the prize giving was at 7. The Prof then wanted to speak to "someone else, someone who knows" - he told Arno.

Arno was trying to explain that the only other person there was Werner, but before he could finish his sentence, the Prof got pretty insistent: Get me someone else on the line.
O well, Arno shrugged, if his dad does not want to listen, and since he did not specify a someone... Werner would have to do.

"Werner, phone for you", and so Arno gave the phone to poor ,unsuspecting Werner.

Silence from the other end, before the Prof mumbled - what time is it tonight. O, said Werner - at 7.

"You were very "windgat" the other day" - the Prof told him. That is an Afrikaans expression meaning - very "brave", but in a sarcastic way. Actually - the Prof was being "windgat". He is on the other end of the phone where Werner cannot throw cups of coffee at him!

As an aside: The Prof was referring to another incident where Werner walked out to the car and spoke to the Prof - face to face. This is a rare occasion, never pleasant - and in this case was necessary - for other stories which are still coming on the blog. Be that as it may, Werner kept his cool that day, and told the Prof what he needed to, before walking away again. There ended that "windgat" incident the Prof was talking about on the phone now.

Werner thought for a moment, then said - You know Prof, you messed up your own life - don't come taking it out on me...

The inevitable silence - the wheels sometimes turn slowly in that clever, high IQ brain. The Prof then resorted to his usual defence - I didn't phone to speak to you - CLICK - phone dead.

It takes a special kind of intelligence, to resort to putting down phones, don't you think. And that after the Prof was the one picking a fight.

My dear, wise friend, Lynette always says - he who looses his temper, looses the fight. I wonder if she has ever come across a special case like the Prof before. Me thinks not! There can only be one of him... I hope.