Last night I went into my local convenience store to get a phone card (I regularly call international numbers, and phone cards are the cheapest way to do so). The attendant seemed to be a recent migrant, as he spoke with a somewhat heavy accent which I couldn’t quite place; possibly Middle-Eastern or southern European.
But he does seem very determined to integrate with the Australian society. In the course of a 40-second commercial transaction, he called me “mate” at least eight times. And he said it the Aussie way, with a very open “a”, sounding almost like “mite”. Way to go, mate!