Pastry lady is back!

The pastry lady came back this morning. She seemed tan, she must have gone to the beach. She was not in a very good mood. I guess vacation didn't help.

Czech Men

Czech men don't look very good. Yesterday on our way back to Prague we stopped in the Aggip gasoline restaurant. I ordered a toasted sandwich. Just as we were about to sit down one of the ugliest guys I'd ever seen walked in to the restaurant. He had a square face and a round belly and the most hideous frock of hair---it was brown and super curly, the mess extended outwards about a half a foot from his skull and cascaded down below his shoulders. To make matters worse, he wore a red wife-beater showing his pudgy, sweaty arms and Bermuda shorts with a bright floral pattern. It was awful looking at him and I almost instantly lost my appetite. He seemed like a happy guy though---he enjoyed eating his pork and dumplings and gulping down his beer. Then came a surprise: my girl told me that he spoke Slovak. Usually Slovak guys are super cute. Anyway, eventually I did finish my sandwich. The end.

Pastry Lady

Every morning my girl and I like to get pastries in the subway on the way to work. I let her choose, cause she knows how to name the pastries in Czech. But I'm learning the names too, I can say vishnovi and menunkovi, but I'm not sure what pastries I'd get. Anyway, there's this mean lady who always serves us the pastries. We look forward to her refreshing style every morning. Last time I was paying for the pastries in change---I placed the coins on the counter so I could count them. This got her very annoyed, because I didn't place the change on the special dish who's purpose is to have change placed in it. She slammed her hand on the dish and said something in Czech, so I moved my money to the dish. I thought I was supposed to finish counting it first, but I guess not. Anyway, since this incident we haven't seen her at the pastry shop... there is a new girl, she is quite well-fed and pleasant looking. I wonder what happened to the mean pastry lady. The end.

Poor lamp

I broke my poor girl's lamp last night. I was lying on the couch when she told me to move. My feet were too long and they caught the spindly neck of the lamp. It fell and the glass lamp shade broke in half. I tried to catch the lamp with my foot before it fell, but it didn't help. There were a few very tiny shards of glass on the floor---I didn't believe it at first, so I touched one and it hurt my finger. So then I swept the rest up with a broom. The end.

4 week 5 day anniversary, correction

The last post was actually the 4 week 4 day anniversary of the blog, according to the local time in Palo Alto. So I have no choice but to retract the many thanks to my devoted readers communicated in my previous post. It should be the 4 week 5 day anniversary now, for real this time. Many thanks to my devoted readers!

4 week and 5 day anniversary

This post is to celebrate the 4 week and 5 day anniversary of my blog. Many thanks to my devoted readers!

Burnt menu

The other night my girl and I went out to eat. They gave us a menu, as usual. The menu was in Czech and I couldn't read it very well, so I was looking at it carefully. Then all the sudden the top of the menu burst into flames. I blew it out and ash got all over the table. We cleaned things up and thankfully the service did not notice. It turns out that the problem was a candle underneath the menu. These candles can be a real fire hazard, in my opinion. Anyway, we were able to fold up the menu in such a way that the fire damage could not be seen from the outside. We gave it back to the nice waitress---no harm done. I wonder who ended up getting the menu next. The end.