Krisjan: "Goeie more. Maak vol met Super, asseblief." 

Attendant: "How much?" 

Krisjan: "Vol asseblief." 

Attendant: "I only speak the English!" 

Krisjan: "Noooo problem.... Good day to you, Sir. I currently feel a profound desire to replenish the propellant of my motorized vehicle. Therefore, I cordially request you to transfer, from your subterranean reservoir, a sufficient quantity of combustible fluid of the highest octane rating to fill the appropriate receptacle of the said means of perambulation to the brim." 

Attendant: "Hau?" 

Krisjan: "Do you have a problem Sir? I thought you said you spoke English?" 

Attendant: "English..... that, she is not English!" 

Krisjan: "My dear Sir, are you veritably attempting to insinuate that you do not even recognize the language which you allege to be your singular means of communication?" 

Attendant: "Hau?" 

Krisjan: "Let me attempt to elucidate in the most elementary terms your paltry grasp of the English vernacular is frittering away the time at my disposal, or, as I would put it, in a more civilized, intelligible language.... 

Dit is blerrie duidelik dat jy verdomp niks van Engels weet nie. So, kry jou slap gat in rat en maak hierdie verdomde kar se tenk vol voordat ek hier uitklim en jou donner, want jy mors my donnerse tyd!! Verstaan jy nou mooi?" 

Attendant: "Ja, Meneer. Vol, Meneer? Afrikaans is beter, Meneer." 

AFRIKAANS IS BETER