The following shocking story happened in May of 2008:

Ma Pigg has a good friend, Big Daisy.  They are so close, some people think they are one & the same person.  Anyway; Big Daisy had no place to stay, and Ma Pigg trusted the Croc (known to some as “Gator” to play Host to Big Daisy.

At a price, of course.  Ma Pigg had to pay the Croc to accommodate her best friend.  And she paid him good money, too.  Nevertheless, in May this year, the Croc decided that it was time to make some changes.  Unfortunately the Croc never thought of its guests.  Big Daisy was quite content with her lodgings, but the Croc insisted.

(Inside info proved that the Croc was concerned because its own staff could no longer be trusted.)

No sooner had the changes been made, when Big Daisy discovered that something was terribly wrong.  Most of her belongings had gone astray!  The moment Ma Pigg heard the terrible news, she sent the Croc an e-mail, demanding an explanation from the useless bugger.  He just shrugged his shoulders and basically told the old hag to get lost.

Ma Pigg, not known to take shit from no Gator, tackled the bugger again.  Ma came close to a coronary about 10 times,  before finding someone at the Croc’s, who knew what he was talking about.   Quite a kind fellow, this Eric Sc.  He took into account that Ma Pigg was a semi-amateur (by her own admission), also that English is not her first language, and managed to recover most of what his fellow Crocs had managed to lose.

Although Ma Pigg was still short of about 20% of Big Daisy’s belongings, she started working overtime to help Big Daisy become her old self again.  Ma worked nights, sweating over piles of paperwork.  Finally, she managed to restore things to more or less their former glory.  Just after returning her friends belongings, she thought it was a good idea to send out an email to all Big Daisy’s friends, just to let them know that Big Daisy was back to her old self.  She invited all her friends to go visit Big Daisy.  Everyone rushed off to see the almost new, very happy Big Daisy.

But then it happened:

The very next day, that stupid, stupid Croc ripped the carpet out of Big Daisy’s little room.  About 95% of what was part of Daisy, went flying out the window.

This time Ma Pigg went NUTS!  She considered phoning the Croc (in America), but with Telkom rates as they are, she emailed instead.  She forgot all about where she grew up, and used language you would not believe!  The replies where cool and formal, as if they were sent by a robot.

Ma Pigg even threatened never to make use of the Gator as Host, but it all just seemed to run of the Croc’s back like water off that of a duck.

Then, on the last day of July, one of the little Gators sent Ma an email, stating that her problem will now be handled by a slightly bigger Gator.  And that Ma had to be patient.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.....

Ten days had since gone by.  Ma Pigg can make no other assumption, than that the host, Gator, actually does see her as only a number.  Her best friend of more than a year, will diminish to the likes of the young, empty Daisy she started as, the moment she uses her new key.  Ma Pigg would rather see her friend die, than have her suffer any more.  She will email the so-called host, Gator, first thing in the morning.  To let him know he can stick his room where the sun don’t shine!

The Gator was a much better Host when he had room for only 10,000.....