You're popular!
Have I already written that advertising can be very different? Although there is always a place in our life ...
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... there is a place for everything. Friday morning my owlet delivered me a new message that struck me right under my wing. Well, under the left front paw, I wanted to say :)
First of all I have to say that a day beforehand, i.e. on Thursday, your Tiger with a little one were invited to tea with a cake.
Both the tea and the cake were very good, and then there appear a message:
'How was (following by a sign fork-plate-knife) Oh!?'
A line just after it was informing modestly: 'You're popular! Your reviews have over 200 vie... '(C)
To discover that is going afterwords in the message, I should go and open the message itself, that I decided not to do to stay on the safe side.
This sign "fork-plate-knife" is the sign of the restaurant on the ground floor (rez-de-chaussée - how to say it in the local language? :)) of the house we were there.
We have never been at the restaurant itself, only went by several time, looking at the menu and into its windows. Maybe it's the sign we should visit it? People say, it's a good one, and their meal is delicious :)
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Now I'm going to say some words about my celeb... famousness...
Well, you've got it. I beg your pardon, but I just can't keep silentium.
Once upon a time, when I was a young Tiger-student at the Technion, I enter our "computer farm". It was in the morning, and there were a few unknown men with their video cameras. I was in hurry to finish and submit my homework with a computer program, and then to continue with my regular day of a busy student. But your know a famous sentence starting with words "If you want to make laugh..."
The only unoccupied computer dwelled in the further corner, where these aliens had already begun to install their equipment, flatly refusing to give me a couple of minutes to talk to this only unoccupied computer. Nothing worked: neither polite requests-explanations ("No, it wouldn't be more than 5 minute, because in 10' I should be on the side of the Technion"), nor growls with a promise to complain to the responsible guard of the computer farm/hall (who had miracly disappeared exactly at the moment I needed him). There was no other choice: I left, because as I truly said above I had to be on the side of the Technion.
However, I returned in four hours. I had to: the homework should be submitted before midnight, i.e. until the moment the carriage turns into a pumpkin, and the box with our students homework turns into an empty one.
They approached me almost immediately - these unknown men, i.e. aliens with their cameras and other equipment.
Two hours, two full hours they taught me how to walk! Two hours for a tiny episode there I had to walk back and forth with a piece of paper they had shoved into my paws. All the other participants of this mise-en-scene were seated in pairs at computers, and their task was much simpler and clearer: go into their business, quietly buzzing and looking at their monitors only: 'Do not walk into and through the passage and do not look into the cameras.'
A few days afterwards one of my acquaintances, a student from "the crowd", would accuse me of being singled out for this tiny role, because I "was making eyes at them." But I forgave her, of course: she was more lucky than me and she wasn't at that place that morning.
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However, this story had its sequel six months later.
There was a summer, and I was cleaning the stairs in a very nice and rich small apartment building. Suddenly a door of one of the apartments was opened, and a stylishly dressed lady came out with a magazine in her hand:
'Is it you?' she asked me sternly, showing me my photo in a magazine.
'Yes, it's me,' your Tigger replied meekly. Water from the rag in the Tiger's paw dripped slowly and sadly on the floor and into the bucket next to my paw.
'Oh!' the lady exclaimed delightedly. 'You're popular!'
* * *
... there is a place for everything. Friday morning my owlet delivered me a new message that struck me right under my wing. Well, under the left front paw, I wanted to say :)
First of all I have to say that a day beforehand, i.e. on Thursday, your Tiger with a little one were invited to tea with a cake.
Both the tea and the cake were very good, and then there appear a message:
'How was (following by a sign fork-plate-knife) Oh!?'
A line just after it was informing modestly: 'You're popular! Your reviews have over 200 vie... '(C)
To discover that is going afterwords in the message, I should go and open the message itself, that I decided not to do to stay on the safe side.
This sign "fork-plate-knife" is the sign of the restaurant on the ground floor (rez-de-chaussée - how to say it in the local language? :)) of the house we were there.
We have never been at the restaurant itself, only went by several time, looking at the menu and into its windows. Maybe it's the sign we should visit it? People say, it's a good one, and their meal is delicious :)
* * *
Now I'm going to say some words about my celeb... famousness...
Well, you've got it. I beg your pardon, but I just can't keep silentium.
Once upon a time, when I was a young Tiger-student at the Technion, I enter our "computer farm". It was in the morning, and there were a few unknown men with their video cameras. I was in hurry to finish and submit my homework with a computer program, and then to continue with my regular day of a busy student. But your know a famous sentence starting with words "If you want to make laugh..."
The only unoccupied computer dwelled in the further corner, where these aliens had already begun to install their equipment, flatly refusing to give me a couple of minutes to talk to this only unoccupied computer. Nothing worked: neither polite requests-explanations ("No, it wouldn't be more than 5 minute, because in 10' I should be on the side of the Technion"), nor growls with a promise to complain to the responsible guard of the computer farm/hall (who had miracly disappeared exactly at the moment I needed him). There was no other choice: I left, because as I truly said above I had to be on the side of the Technion.
However, I returned in four hours. I had to: the homework should be submitted before midnight, i.e. until the moment the carriage turns into a pumpkin, and the box with our students homework turns into an empty one.
They approached me almost immediately - these unknown men, i.e. aliens with their cameras and other equipment.
Two hours, two full hours they taught me how to walk! Two hours for a tiny episode there I had to walk back and forth with a piece of paper they had shoved into my paws. All the other participants of this mise-en-scene were seated in pairs at computers, and their task was much simpler and clearer: go into their business, quietly buzzing and looking at their monitors only: 'Do not walk into and through the passage and do not look into the cameras.'
A few days afterwards one of my acquaintances, a student from "the crowd", would accuse me of being singled out for this tiny role, because I "was making eyes at them." But I forgave her, of course: she was more lucky than me and she wasn't at that place that morning.
* * *
However, this story had its sequel six months later.
There was a summer, and I was cleaning the stairs in a very nice and rich small apartment building. Suddenly a door of one of the apartments was opened, and a stylishly dressed lady came out with a magazine in her hand:
'Is it you?' she asked me sternly, showing me my photo in a magazine.
'Yes, it's me,' your Tigger replied meekly. Water from the rag in the Tiger's paw dripped slowly and sadly on the floor and into the bucket next to my paw.
'Oh!' the lady exclaimed delightedly. 'You're popular!'