Bananas, Buskers, and Bathroom Tiles
It is possible to buy amazingly small bananas here. I knew that a cluster of bananas is called a "hand," but I haven't seen them the literal size of a hand as much as I do here. I took a photo of the chubby fingers but I should have placed my own hand on them to dramatize the scale. Anyway, if you're looking for tiny bite-sized bananas this is the place.
On the way to the market we unwittingly chose a bus occupied by an active busker. If it's a man with a guitar I usually emerge from the encounter unscathed, but this fellow carried instruments designed to coerce confessions from the innocent, steel bongos and cymbals. The apostle Paul said that, without love, one is merely a sounding piece of metal and a clashing cymbal. This is an outstanding example of understatement. Listening to that fellow caterwaul while banging on his equipment was a merciless and barbarous assault on the auditory canal. If both the muffler and drive shaft fell off the bus we would have never known. After what felt like seven years he came looking for tips. I acquiesced, don't ask why. I also successfully suppressed the nearly irresistible impulse to say, "You want a tip? I'll give you a tip: Dump the cymbals and get a regular job."
Turning to subject matter of far greater serenity, the tiles in our bathroom are actually made from shells that give off an appealing iridescence. At first I was a tad indifferent to this but gradually it has grown on me to the point where now I very much look forward to going to the bathroom.
On the way to the market we unwittingly chose a bus occupied by an active busker. If it's a man with a guitar I usually emerge from the encounter unscathed, but this fellow carried instruments designed to coerce confessions from the innocent, steel bongos and cymbals. The apostle Paul said that, without love, one is merely a sounding piece of metal and a clashing cymbal. This is an outstanding example of understatement. Listening to that fellow caterwaul while banging on his equipment was a merciless and barbarous assault on the auditory canal. If both the muffler and drive shaft fell off the bus we would have never known. After what felt like seven years he came looking for tips. I acquiesced, don't ask why. I also successfully suppressed the nearly irresistible impulse to say, "You want a tip? I'll give you a tip: Dump the cymbals and get a regular job."
Turning to subject matter of far greater serenity, the tiles in our bathroom are actually made from shells that give off an appealing iridescence. At first I was a tad indifferent to this but gradually it has grown on me to the point where now I very much look forward to going to the bathroom.
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I don't know.....are you sure those are shells?
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