Sunday, August 10, 2008

Frog Plague

Maybe it's the euro or the fact that it's August, but San Francisco is overrun with the French right now (and other Europeans). It's impossible to escape their loud talk, their flashy designer clothes, their ostentatious displays of we locals try to eke out a hardscrabble existence.

Don't they see that I'm just a proud peasant with a young pregnant wife, and I don't have time to direct them to the Metreon because my bus is about to arrive?

Allow me my dignity, sirs!

[About that, you promised to pay me 80,000 goldmarks. -F.N.] I told you, you're doing an unpaid internship!