I had an impromptu lunch with a fellow artist, S. When will I learn my lesson?
We always end up arguing. He's stubborn, opinionated, and only cares and talks about himself. He is English.
He gives me a hard time because I speak French to order food.
We parted with me being annoyed and questioning why I put myself in this position.
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| Waiting for S. |
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| Old guys of the village drinking their Pernod with water at 12 noon. |
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| My friend A. |
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| Lunch...no menu at Maria's. They have specials but I am not about to eat soupy pork with mashed potatoes. That's what S. had. |
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| S. and I wind into our habitual argument. |
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| At another table...the Dutch. Some terrible sadness here...can you see it? |
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| While you have lunch, cats and small dogs meander around the forest of legs looking for droppings. |
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