La Poulette

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Thursday, September 01, 2005

Because I can so use all the compliments I can get, THAT'S why!

While walking to work one cold winter morning last year, a garbageman from a passing truck gave me a head-to-toe once over and let out an appreciative "Ohlala, c'est juste mon style!" He was, of course, referring to my outfit, not to me. And this on a day, when I left the house satisfied in my conviction that I did indeed look rather stylish. Not to come across as a snob or anything (snob? moi?!) but a garbageman? Really?! Why do I have such a hard time picturing this little exchange ever taking place in Slovenia? Why would I not be surprised if the man in question had a copy of Vogue Homme waiting for him at home? And why - despite a gargantuan effort to fight the sentiment - did I feel just a tad flattered?!

2 Comments:

  • At 9/03/2005 10:58:00 PM, Anonymous Izmet Fekali said…

    Why do I have such a hard time picturing this little exchange ever taking place in Slovenia?

    Because the guys over there don't have "the appreciative remark know-how". The art is lost. I blame the women for that, however.

     
  • At 9/05/2005 12:08:00 PM, Blogger Poulette said…

    I consider the very fact of you leaving a comment tantamount to an "appreciatve remark" and accept it graciously (HVALA!). Does that at least absolve ME of some of the blame?

     

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