Anne (that's "Anna" to you Californians) dropped in on Berlin this weekend, but without her gloves. The weather on Sunday required gloves. So we went to a flea market in search of something suitable. At first I misunderstood the problem: "Wait, you left your gloves at home? You mean at the apartment?" (Anne and her boyfriend keep an apartment in Berlin.) "No, in Hamburg."
Christ on a stick. I wouldn't get ten feet out the door without gloves.
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
9:59 PM
