I forgot how chatty Queenslanders are

I am currently in Brisbane for my first visit since Christmas. I have the girls with me while the Mister is working away his busy season.

Despite hardly doing anything, it feels like a fair bit has gone on since I arrived, mostly because I have been up partying with Harrie quite a bit at night (reason: three teeth and an ear infection) and the weather has turned Arctic. Brisbane gets about two weeks of cold, sub-20 degree weather every winter and it seems that I’ve arrived just in time. Lucky me.

But last night, I was reminded just how chatty Queenslanders are.

After going to the doctor with the poor sick baby, I popped into the pharmacy to get her script filled. After I handed it over, I thought I would pop into Woolworths to get some well deserved sugar, to fuel me up for the inevitably long night ahead.

I grabbed a packet of marshmallows (for my hot choccy – as I said, it’s bloody freezing in Brisbane!) and a tub of Maggie Beer’s Burnt Fig, Honeycomb and Caramel ice-cream.

I went to the closest empty checkout and the very bubbly young girl behind the counter immediately commented on my selection.

“Oh wow, that looks like such an awesome combination!” she said.

I was a bit taken aback, and in my sleep deprived, non-socialised state, simply babbled, “Oh yes, I need sugar, am really tired rah rah rah.”

“Well that food looks fantastic, I would love that kind of combination. Yum! I hope you really enjoy it!”

Yes, thank you checkout girl! I will! So bubbly! So upbeat! And she also sounded very sincere with it too. At all of 15 years of age.

Then I nipped back over to the Pharmacy to pick up Harrie’s medicine. I took the box of Penicillin up to the counter. Where the young assistant proceeded to comment, “Oh no, are you sick?”

“Um, no, it’s for my daughter.”

“Oh really? How old is she?”

“Nine months. She has an ear infection,” I said.

“Oh really? I had an ear infection last year, and it hurt so much I cried like a nine month old! It was so painful! Well I hope your little one gets better soon.”

By this time I was so bemused that I barely responded, just said thank you and goodbye.

The funniest thing is that I used to be a checkout chick for quite a few years while I was at university, and I’m sure I was just as (or perhaps more) chatty. How quickly one forgets.



3 thoughts on “I forgot how chatty Queenslanders are

  1. Y’know, I don’t think it’s just a Queenslander thing – I think it’s an everywhere but D-town thing. It always throws me when I go down to Sydney or Melbourne etc, and people are warm and chatty! PS. YUMMMMMMMM.

  2. With a few exceptions, the check out operators in Canberra are not as friendly as the ones in Brisbane.

    I always thought the check out operators at Hibiscus were friendly.

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