The Hague, The Netherlands 1994
Nazy and I were at Naf Naf, a discount clothing store. A colourful shirt caught my attention:
“You want that?” Nazy asked.
“Well, yes.” I replied.
“It is three sizes too big and I can’t think of any possible occasion when that shirt would be appropriate attire.”
“How about a costume ball?”
“Excuse me?”
“I would go as a clown.”
“How much does it cost?” Nazy asked.
I was momentarily stunned. “Nazy never asks about the price,” I thought. Wondering what she was up to, I looked for a price tag.
“It’s five guilders,” I replied. (At the time, this was about $2.50.)
Unable to argue about the price, Nazy approved the acquisition. But..
“You’ll never find an appropriate place to wear that shirt.”
Zürich, Switzerland 2009
“I can’t believe you spent 80 Francs getting that shirt tailored to fit,” Nazy exclaimed.
“Well, my dear, you were right about the size," I replied. "There’s enough material left over to create a wall mural.”
“Not in my house.”
“I’m really glad this shirt fits,” I thought.
“You’ll never find the right place to wear it,” Nazy said – repeating a mantra that I had heard for the last 15 years.
Nazy and I were at Naf Naf, a discount clothing store. A colourful shirt caught my attention:
“You want that?” Nazy asked.
“Well, yes.” I replied.
“It is three sizes too big and I can’t think of any possible occasion when that shirt would be appropriate attire.”
“How about a costume ball?”
“Excuse me?”
“I would go as a clown.”
“How much does it cost?” Nazy asked.
I was momentarily stunned. “Nazy never asks about the price,” I thought. Wondering what she was up to, I looked for a price tag.
“It’s five guilders,” I replied. (At the time, this was about $2.50.)
Unable to argue about the price, Nazy approved the acquisition. But..
“You’ll never find an appropriate place to wear that shirt.”
Zürich, Switzerland 2009
“I can’t believe you spent 80 Francs getting that shirt tailored to fit,” Nazy exclaimed.
“Well, my dear, you were right about the size," I replied. "There’s enough material left over to create a wall mural.”
“Not in my house.”
“I’m really glad this shirt fits,” I thought.
“You’ll never find the right place to wear it,” Nazy said – repeating a mantra that I had heard for the last 15 years.
“Your wrong!” I replied triumphantly as we walked down Bahnhofstrasse.
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