In a cafe today:
Me: "Can I have a mug of flat white?"
Waitress, a local beauty: "Sure!"
Me: "And can I have one of those meal-in-one muesli cookies?"
Waitress: "No wuckers!"
How I love the Aussie language. Let's break that 'No wuckers' down ...
I think it began somewhere back when people would say, "Not a problem, sir/ madam/ miss."
It morphed into, "No worries,"
Then, "No worries, mate."
Then, "No fucking worries, mate."
Then, (for the more delicate of ears) "No wucking forries, mate."
And finally, "No wuckers."
Ain't that great?