Sunday, October 19, 2008

On the train from Dortmund to Frankfurt

Caterer up all night, going home, sits down and starts talking to me. Alcohol on his breath, but coherent even though English is not his native language. He's got a father from Iran (thought he said Paris, but he meant Persia), mother from Italy, born in Germany.

"Mein lieber Scholli!"

I got him to say Hi to Kathy (he kept asking about my "housewife") and, upon viewing, he said his hair looked bad.

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