I believe if it came down to it, i would be the fastest person in BA. If nothing else, the fastest person in my neighborhood. While it appears that the idea of "jogging" has made it this far south, i feel that something was lost in translation. It's as if they jog, because they have seen other people do it in movies, yet the don't understand that it is meant to be an athletic activity. People are either heavily overdressed (as if they were going out), moving so slowly they are practically jogging in place, or smoking (yes, smoking, i have at the minimum, seen 3 confirmed smoke-joggers).
Outside of that, i haggled with the painter of what was and what was not, technically, considered mold, bullshitted with a locksmith for half an hour, and went to the bank, though after seeing the line nearly out the door, i thought better of that decision and decided to wait until tommorow. Banking is a bit of a sore spot here in Argentina. Not only are they incredibly slow and inefficient, but something like 7 years ago, they closed for between 2 weeks and a month. Argentinians are a suspicions lot, both as a result, and just inherently.
My landlord is breaking my balls. She thinks if the owner buys a new couch and mattress for the apartment she can raise the rent on me. Ohh friend, i think not. If it comes down to it, i'm going to explain the inner workings of a recession. I'm convinced she intends me bodily harm. Luckily i have "doom hammer" and "kurosawa," my flying feet capable of inclicting the very deepest depths of bodily harm, to back me up.
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Just think, if years ago the first cell phones had been been shoe shaped, we would all be walking around talking into shoes. Yeah, who'd be crazy then?
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