Greek hospitality

At the last election (in 2010) I was out door knocking in Wayville.

You meet all types of people and observe different slices of society.

At times it can be a real eye opener.

Anyway, I was out door knocking in Wayville.

It was early evening and a bit risky at that time of night.

Disrupt someone having dinner or watching the news and there’s risk of losing (rather than gaining) a vote.

Knock knock …

It was a Greek household.

Started my introduction , interrupted by come-in, come-in.

I was sat down at the kitchen table and was offered food and beverage.

I suggested a black coffee and eyed off the tasty morsels on the plate.

A bottle of Metaxa 7 Stars Greek brandy was plonked on the table.

Were they mistaken and thought that I was running for Mayor?

No, they were just being hospitable.

A few minutes of conversation at the front door was all I intended.

45 minutes later the Metaxa was still flowing.

I realised that this would be the last home to be door knocked that night.

It wouldn’t be a good look door knocking the next house and smelling of brandy.

I still have a Metaxa 7 Stars on special occasions.

I still recall the hospitality of that Greek family.

At this election, Vote 1 Bob SCHNELL