At 85 I went crazy some time ago but never knew before reading this how it happened.
So many thanks. Detailing the process would no doubt bore you to tears so I will pass
You did however do it again. I cannot stop myself from clicking on things I should leave alone this time the “…” that brought up “substack” which I will now probably be bombarded with.
Keep up the good work. ( I did not check Also share to Notes, once bitten etc..)
Well, I'm glad you're here. And as for the origins of your madness, well you seemed to have worked in a Harvard library. You know, a friend described working at Harvard as going aboard a passenger jet and hearing the pilot announce that 'we'll all be taking off shortly, just as soon as we figure out how to turn on the engines'. Anyway, keep eating your greens and hopefully we'll be talking about this in another ten years, George. Take care over there.
I live in France. Everyone here is born crazy. There are no Taco Bell’s in France and American style bacon is not sold anywhere. This is a preview of Hell, somewhat like riding the Metro during rush hour. Thanks for the article, but for some of us it’s too late.
On my last trip to Paris (see my profile pic; thats me in Paris), my wife was attending a conference and I was with her for the sake of keeping her company. But she left her dress shoes behind, by accident. I probably distracted her while she was packing; I do that, apparently. So, she sent me off to buy her some shoes so she could wear them later in the day - little black things in a sort of suede. She showed me a picture of what she wanted, and off I went. I found an upmarket ladies shoe emporium right in the center of Paris - it was pretty fancy, actually - and I thought a pair in there looked good, but before buying them, I took a photo of them to send to my wife, just to check if she liked them. And ... the woman who worked in the store SCREAMED AT ME. Well, she yelled and yelled and tried to knock the phone out of my hand, and she was completely outraged by my behavior - you know, checking to see if my wife wanted the shoes I was about to buy her. She may have been having a bad day, but I somehow think that it was just another day of her having to endure being an eminent shoe expert and having to deal with lowly customers. I'm not a mental health expert, but I'm inclined to think she was the maddest human being I met that year. And it happened in France. Perhaps you're right; maybe they DO need America-style bacon and Taco Bell. But their cuisine really lags behind the rest of the world's...
At 85 I went crazy some time ago but never knew before reading this how it happened.
So many thanks. Detailing the process would no doubt bore you to tears so I will pass
You did however do it again. I cannot stop myself from clicking on things I should leave alone this time the “…” that brought up “substack” which I will now probably be bombarded with.
Keep up the good work. ( I did not check Also share to Notes, once bitten etc..)
Well, I'm glad you're here. And as for the origins of your madness, well you seemed to have worked in a Harvard library. You know, a friend described working at Harvard as going aboard a passenger jet and hearing the pilot announce that 'we'll all be taking off shortly, just as soon as we figure out how to turn on the engines'. Anyway, keep eating your greens and hopefully we'll be talking about this in another ten years, George. Take care over there.
I live in France. Everyone here is born crazy. There are no Taco Bell’s in France and American style bacon is not sold anywhere. This is a preview of Hell, somewhat like riding the Metro during rush hour. Thanks for the article, but for some of us it’s too late.
On my last trip to Paris (see my profile pic; thats me in Paris), my wife was attending a conference and I was with her for the sake of keeping her company. But she left her dress shoes behind, by accident. I probably distracted her while she was packing; I do that, apparently. So, she sent me off to buy her some shoes so she could wear them later in the day - little black things in a sort of suede. She showed me a picture of what she wanted, and off I went. I found an upmarket ladies shoe emporium right in the center of Paris - it was pretty fancy, actually - and I thought a pair in there looked good, but before buying them, I took a photo of them to send to my wife, just to check if she liked them. And ... the woman who worked in the store SCREAMED AT ME. Well, she yelled and yelled and tried to knock the phone out of my hand, and she was completely outraged by my behavior - you know, checking to see if my wife wanted the shoes I was about to buy her. She may have been having a bad day, but I somehow think that it was just another day of her having to endure being an eminent shoe expert and having to deal with lowly customers. I'm not a mental health expert, but I'm inclined to think she was the maddest human being I met that year. And it happened in France. Perhaps you're right; maybe they DO need America-style bacon and Taco Bell. But their cuisine really lags behind the rest of the world's...