There were supposed to be flowers here, and a happy message and a waving me. (Very happy.) Unfortunately, the last few days (weeks) have been so crazy and filled with (interesting) work, that I could only keep this site alive thanks to the Subway sketches which I get to post every day. (Night)
So please fogive me if this post is not what you would expect from me on such a day. Or what kind of day is it anyway? Did somebody once tell me that it was created by the chocolate industry?
Hmm... I also remember V-day a few years ago when we went to have lunch in a Japanese Restaurant near the World Trade Center... (Okay, it was on Fulton Street.) As we were leaving the restaurant, one of the patrons was giving a little present to his very excited girlfriend. I do not think I will never forget her face, this split second, when she opened the package, glowing, and pulled out something that could be barely called hmm... it was a very private piece of clothing...
I was only a passer-by, but I could see from the expression on her face, that the boyfriend’s plan, the expression on his face indicated PLAN... completely failed. He meant well. This was the wrong thing to do.
Oh, this is a very strange story to tell on such a happy day.
I will be back with something nicer, once I get home and fire up that scanner.
Happy V-Day again.
(This does not even sound like me writing. Who am I?)