I wonder how the United States would respond to a lack of feet. Would cashiers be allowed to sit or would the be forced to stick their pegs into squares and wobble to and fro? While this country may have laws encouraging entrepreneurship their are very few laws that protect the employee. The bottom is essentially a freed slave class that works for very little pay and receives little in the way of benefits.
If I get in an accident, I'll die. I have no insurance; and yet I have two jobs and work over 50 hours a week.
It is still the wild wild west as some say. I'm just glad prohibition was repealed. The only straightener for my frown is liquid and bottled. Tonight I've successfully recycled two glass bottles.
I think my friendliness and overall warmth and genuine nature is perceived as flirting. When I work, I talk. It's my social life too. Today alone, an old man kissed my hand and a young goth man gave me his number. Géraud, you need not worry, I've only got eyes for you. And well, hairy legs.
I stopped shaving. I no longer see the point. I'm cold all the time and fur is warm. My legs look especially good and tanned from afar. Leg hairs make it seem as though I'm tanned. And being tanned, but not naturally dark is good. Right?
That's what the TV says.
I think too much and drink too little. I like France where wine at lunch is ok. I've only got tea and ibuprofen in this country.
The End
9 comments:
i am proud you stopped shaving. i want pictures. if you can manage.
today i went to a church to watch my accordion teacher play in her band, and there was a buffet and all the people there were old and graying. and they treated me like a homeless person, "oh HI! how are you? are you hungry? please have something to eat!"
and it made me laugh inside.
ill do a picture later. dont you worry.
aww old churchers.
I think Im still hungry.
I drank some wine but for lunch I had an artichoke
I see that beside the fact you tell me you have no social life at all compared to mine, you still manage to get phone numbers and hand kisses...
Well, don't think it's personal, but I guess they haven't seen yer unshaved chicken legs ;-)
I mean, no women came to me to kiss me neither give me her phone number... I might look way more creepy than you do, especially according to the fact that if there is an homeless person around, he/she will come to me for money for sure, but noone ever demonstrated that much outrecuidance towards me. I feel a bit jaloux... And what feels a bit weird to me is the fact that I am actually learning the news from yer blog and not directly from you... I feel sad! I thought I might have been granted with some sort of privilege to be the first informed. That is supposedly not true anymore... "Oh rage! Oh desespoir! Oh vieillesse ennemie! N'ai-je donc tant vecu que pour cette infammie?" Awww...
cheripooface. c'est rien. I'll tell you next time anything happens, if there is a next time. I promise! and I dont have chiken legs
if i may be so permitted to respond to Grod...
this kind of phenomenon is not uncommon in America... being warm or kind to someone generally creates a warm response back. a kiss on the hand maybe if you're an old man. a number maybe if you're bold. but normally just friendliness back.
poule has done nothing wrong here for you to be jealous about. working at a cash register means you just meet more people on a daily basis since there are literally hundreds of customers bustling in and out throughout the day. so this sort of thing is bound to come up once and a while.
no harm, no foul.
Alors celle-la, je vais la faire en francais, parce qu'apparemment, j'ai pas encore les bons mots ou les bonnes formules pour etre sarcastique ou juste un peu taquin quand je m'exprime en anglais. Je ne disais rien de mechant, tout etait dit d'un ton qui me paraissait leger et juste... un peu taquin. Je sais dorenavant qu'il vaut mieux que je garde ma derision pour moi, puisqu'elle n'est pas intrepretee a juste valeur par la plupart des interlocuteurs. My apologies all. I'll try not do it again... It is true though when reading it again afterwards, it sounds a little bit scathing or blistering, but in french, or at least in my mind, it was more likely to be ironic but with good mood. Sorry.
Il n'y a pas de preference de langue pour etre president du GAS CLUB!
I knew the first comment was going to be Carrie being glad you stopped shaving. I also shave less and less, not seeing the point (in winter, you never show your legs anyway...) Razor blades are expensive.
The kids are drawing on the chalkboard in ecstacy. It's a great day even though they couldn't go to the dance.
i met my cousin's new wife today and she is awesome. i must tell you about her.
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