Wednesday, April 01, 2015
In Another Country
-You have the right office, but the wrong country!
-Where have I been?
-I was about to ask.
-Touring England with a Beatles Tribute band.
-Which are you? They never had a Boris Karloff.
-I'm in the business end. And aren't you exaggerating
somewhat? A Brad Pitt I'm not, but...
-We'll put Boris on your license. No use using real names
just yet. New country and all.
-And starting crookedly?
-The more things change...
-What will this cost me?
-A dinner. Your money will only be stolen down the line.
-Ah hah! Girls still wanna have more fun?
-You got that right! Now put on your best Boris Karloff smile
while I snap a few digital beauties. I'll put it on the UN Approved Form, laminate same.
-Didn’t they go home after the referendum?
-Nope. Partying on! At any rate, they imported a French restaurant,
and we'll go there. There's nothing else in this shithole.
-Excuse YOUR French?
-No apology for accuracy.
-Bye the bye, why does it REALLY stink so?
-They closed the State Meatpacking Plant. Not too carefully.
-Another triumph of Socialism?
-Actually, was run by an American firm. So, Triumph of
Capitalism!
-They're running neck and neck.
-And, after dinner, what? Movie, Boris?
-I don't know. I guess. We're playing on an entirely new
field here!
-We'll make it familiar.
Labels: Beatles, Boris Karloff, Capitalism, date, Motor Vehicles, referendum, socialism, UN
