I come back to utter chaos in the airport; trying to elbow un-chivalrous men out of my way so I can pick up my and my suitcases (including my colleagues' Refugee bags full of dripping goat blood attracting flies); helping a traveling mom whose 2-year old daughter’s idea of fun involves cutting the air flow to my nose; navigating through mad traffic; and finally coming home to no electricity in the apartment (the bill was only one week late you fuckers). My perfect evening finished with scooping up a dead roach with my last empty toilet roll and going promptly to bed.
Weighing "Refugee Bags" before putting them in the plane's cargo
7 comments:
I hope it's not too depressing to be back home! :)
Ammo
P.S.
Shame on your language :)
let me grip a dozen of correspondents like you and the NYT is finished. kiss - strudel
Thanks Ammo, naw, I was happy to be back.
Strudel, I'd love to do something else for work for a change...Do you have any interesting jobs to offer :)
dear, cross fingers and hope in 1 or 2 years my pennyless webzine is a real magazine on line ....
strudel
hey there, dear. don't forget you enjoyed my electricity that night!
Welcome Home.
Sounds lovely !
FYI i updated. Miss you :o)
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