The outlaws don’t have highspeed. Just dialup. Which means that without an internet cafe, I’m out of contact. Until I am back in.
It’s 11:32 pm. We’re up at 4:15 for a 6:30 deparature. Smart me for booking an early flight.
Three incongruities, on this day of scambling to get things done:
- A hardware clerk who didn’t know what a chisel was. Had to translate – ciseaux a bois, literally scissors for wood.
- A technology clerk who didn’t know what flash cards were. She sent me to memory sticks instead.
- A paint clerk who didn’t know what a grout float was. “What it for?” asks he, deadpan. “Well, it floats grout”, reply I, deader pandedlyier.
Oh man, it’s time for a vacation.
