Better be cheap.

Snapshot no 132

About a week ago we were shopping for cheap food, as usual, and complaining about the over-priced vegetables, as usual. Suddenly, a revelation. Endives. For 1€79/kilo. Or a bag of endives (also one kilo) for 1€49.

"We should buy the bag, it's cheaper."
"But endives? We don't even know what they taste like."
"But they're everywhere! People must love them!"
"A kilo? What if they taste awful?"
"They can't be disgusting, look it says on the bag you can even eat them raw."
"Eh...?"
"Yeah, I'm buying these."

Later, Mousse trying her endive casserole:

*Silence* (Walks over to the trash can and throws the remaining away)

"It's kinda bitter."

Snapshot no 16

On the way here (Dune, our favourite café, free wifi and water) today, we tried to find a place where we could use a printer. The first place said the printer wasn't installed, the second simply "sorry". The third:

Mousse: "Do you have a printer (l'imprimeur)?"
Man: "Do you mean printer (l'imprimante)?"
Mousse: "Sorry. Do you have a printer (l'imprimante)?"
Man: "Sprechen Sie Deutsches?"
Mousse: "No."
Man: "Ok. Well, I'm sorry, the printer is broken."

It could be paranoia, but I think we might well be discriminated against.

Snapshot no 628

Our Swedish playboy blonde, the apple of our eye, Victoria Silvstedt was yesterday spotted as decoration on a French televised game-show. Her job was to smile, stand and point.

She spoke once.

Gamehost: "Do your thing, pretty girl! ...what was your name again?"
Victoria: "Victåååria!"