I run away from the headache, but it hits me inside a shopping centre. I buy four dresses, two pair of shoes, two jumpers, two t-shirts, Dolce & Gabbana Eau de Toilette (and... erm... also L'eau par Kenzo), Playmobil-figures, Star Wars-legos and a bottle of Gewurztraminer. It doesn't help.
I drink two fresh juices called Bahama Sunrise in a bar, where three women wearing yellow outfits stand and smile behind a green desk and look how my deadly pale face scares the sunrise away.
In the evening we go hiking behind the hotel.
When we come back I feel like a pony again and jump across the street. My colleague saves me from being flattened by a car and throws me to the opposite direction.
Colleague: What an earth was that noise?
T Fox: What noise?
Colleague: Your breast said something!
T Fox: What? My breasts can't speak and besides I have to work with you in the same room, so if they do speak to you, don't mention it to me, please.
I stand up and wave a bit from side to side, but nothing is broken, except my bra.
We sit on the hotel's terrace and order some ice-cream.
I drop my spoon on the floor and spill some ice-cream on my new hiking dress and jumper. When I move myself my bra says sqweek-guiik-sqweek. My colleague tries to say something. I look up and see how some young arty people look at us. "Look, old people eat desserts", says one of them.
8 comments:
That was hilarious :) Although, you know, if you could keep the nearly getting killed to an absolute minimum, that would probably be good.
I love that photo of the bridge and the waterfall.
OPC, I will try my best, I promise :)
S-C, you should have seen the park, it was absolutely magnificent.
Bras that talk...
Yep, no wonder why it was called Wonderbra...
Was the comment about old people eating desserts meant to be artistic, or just straightforwardly rude?
That was even more fun that Superloner.
BiB, I think those anywarhols were just a bit rude to us old people.
Dave, thanks. Oh, and thanks for the mystery seed as well :)
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