Vegemite Whore

That's too much for one cracker

I went to dinner with some people I didn't know on Saturday and had quite swell time. It was part of my quest to force myself out of my shyness with new people. It's never as bad as I fear it's going to be! Anyway, it went swimmingly, but looking back, when the subject turned to Australia and Vegemite, I should have piped down. Someone said they only knew of Vegemite from Down Under by Men At Work, but as they fumbled the words, I found myself singing the line for them,

"I said do you speak-a my language?
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich."

The token Aussie at a table with people she'd just met and singing Down Under by Men At Work. I feel like such a whore.