The world has twisted itself into a saltless pretzel, and everything upside down is now is left-side-up. Fragile content of the box? Let me shake it first to know, then I’ll tell you.
The whole of France has gone whack over the sales. Stores are slashing their prices down to 60%. I’m not a big fan of sales, or of shopping. Needless to say, I’m rather plain and I only start owning clothes when people stare at my exposed flesh due to shredded threads. I make up for it by wearing fantastic underwear, which, in retrospect, doesn’t really make up for anything.
So we dragged ourselves through the stinging cold to look at the sales. To be more human, to partake in the interest of the masses. Doesn’t hurt to try.
Monday is the worst day to go shopping. Half of the stores are closed. The sports store was open, though. Jul asked me what would interest me. “Rollerblades,” I said. Fine. We ask for rollerblades in my size. No stock, says the salesman. In his eyes I knew he was saying that my feet were too small.
And so, in the middle of winter, the coldest month of all the winter months, I visited the sales and bought…
A bathing suit.
Listen, now is the best time to go swimming. Mainly because no one in his right mind would go. But I’d rather submerge myself in water than go shopping.
Like I said in the beginning, the world has twisted itself into a saltless pretzel, and everything upside down is now is left-side-up.
The End.
