The laid back Swiss lifestyle that I openly gush about to anyone who’ll listen, can, at times, be a pain in the ass. Last Friday I took some clothes to the dry cleaners at the end of my road – nothing extravagant, just 5 shirts and 2 pairs of trousers. After I had paid her my 52 francs, she explained to me that they have a half day on Saturdays and are closed on Sundays so my clothes would be ready on Monday (or at least I think that’s what she said, I still haven’t really grasped French). OK I thought. Generally my dry cleaning back home takes 24 hours but I can wait a little longer. So on Monday I dutifully trooped back there after work to pick up my laundry. However, it wasn’t ready. “Mardi! Mardi!” exclaimed the woman, which I later discovered means Tuesday and it’s not some Swiss festival. So on Tuesday, back I went. She handed me my shirts, then pointed at my penis and shouted “Mercredi! Mercredi!”. I deciphered that Mercredi means Wednesday, and she wasn’t talking about a German car. After a bit more penis pointing and gesticulating, I realised she meant my trousers would be ready on Wednesday. So I trooped back on Wednesday, and the fucking place was closed for a half day. Motherfucker! By this point, I had been wearing the same pair of trousers for three days, and I’m pretty sure they weren’t clean when I put them on initially. Finally today I went in and got my trousers back – 6 days after putting them in. How these lazy Swiss bastards ever get anything done is beyond me, with their half days and their two hour lunch breaks. Plus, they must all be wearing dirty trousers. Well, at least I’m fitting in.
Song currently stuck in my head – “White America” by Eminem.
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"If only life were more like a 1950s sci-fi movie."
Wednesday, 7 March 2007
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