Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Glimpses of Everyday Life

So we're stuck in this hotel. It's perfectly adequate, and not one iota more, but my God the people. I got onto the elevator yesterday morning, running a minute late, and was joined by a nice, round lady in a tracksuit coming out of the breakfast room.

She was holding a plate, reverently, covered with a napkin. She looked at me, wide-eyed and almost dazed at the thought that, as she told me, "They have sausage every day."

After a beat: "An' mah li'l doggie's goona be soooo fat!"

Paints a picture.


  1. Honey, it is soooo time to go home.

  2. Well, it's nice to know that at least she's appreciative of her good fortune.

    There are some round, track-suited women who have to wait for special occasions in order to have sausage.

  3. It paints picture, all right. But not one anyone wants to see.

  4. Some people just don't know how to flirt.