The cafe was empty, except for me and three girls at a nearby table, who were
discussing the love life of one of them. I pretended to be completely
immersed in “Rzeczpospolita” and listened carefully. The love life in question was extremely interesting, so I decided to get my third pint, or whatever the local measurement was (it was only
mid-afternoon - ah, to se ne vrati, I
guess…).
As I was passing the girls on my way back from the bar, the one whose case had been so
grippingly analysed, turned the tables and challenged the cute brunette sitting
opposite her: “And how about you? When are you getting married?”
I slowed down
and wanted to say something - but I freaked out*. And when I reached my table I already knew
I’d missed delivering what could well
have been my best live punch line ever.
(“Exactly!”)
*obviously 'chickened out', but let me leave that mistake there; I'm reading now a bit about Jung and Freud, and I can't rule out that the post includes some bonus information; or I simply need to revise a few basic phrasal verbs.
(“Exactly!”)
*obviously 'chickened out', but let me leave that mistake there; I'm reading now a bit about Jung and Freud, and I can't rule out that the post includes some bonus information; or I simply need to revise a few basic phrasal verbs.
