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May 14, 2006
Overheard conversation in a post office in Paris
I order a dozen stamps at the post office counter and then Melanie and I walk off to stick them while the Lad pays.
"Always the same, eh?" the post office man commiserates. "Ze woman orders, ze man pays."
"Indeed," says the Lad.
"A woman in Paris," says the post office man, lost in a private and gloomy memory, "ees a disastair."
Posted by didofoot at May 14, 2006 02:25 AM
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nod to the lad. and a yippee to my oncoming postcards.
Posted by: michele at May 14, 2006 10:21 AM
Nod to the patriarchy and to Gene not being deathly ill while in Europe.
Posted by: sean at May 14, 2006 12:59 PM
actually he is deathly ill. not hospitalized, but uncomfortable anyway. but i'll accept half your nod. guys on the right for high fives!
Posted by: didofoot at May 15, 2006 03:22 AM
the high-five'n white guys.
that's so funny. i'm so excited to be in paris this summer. i can't wait to hear more. Dites-moi!
Tu je manques beaucoup! It means I miss you but it's all backwards. Silly french.
Posted by: tracy at May 15, 2006 02:55 PM
When the hell are you two coming home.
Come home, dammit.
Posted by: kati at May 15, 2006 09:42 PM
When the hell are you two coming home?
Come home, dammit.
Posted by: kati at May 15, 2006 09:42 PM
That wasn't supposed to post twice.
I wanted the one with the question mark.
Damn.
Posted by: kati at May 15, 2006 09:43 PM
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