Nothing useful for miles around. So finally dialed a cabbie to where shopping could occur.
That was already quite an experience but the best is yet to come. Looks like a lingerie store. With some electrical appliances on display here and there. Yes, no commercial surface goes wasted.
Do I want to buy something ? Yes. Would you have this (pointing at look alike of CrossYour Heart of undefined milk coffee color) in 34 G ?
No reaction. I repeat. Finally I'm told to go home and do my shopping in America. Happens I'm not American, how's that for a change ?
No they are all American and American should all go home and they don't have it in any other than this size. And that means good-bye.
Second attempt further down the street. Otherwise delicious whitish sheer cups, pretty heavy gauge underwires. Not even the chance to read the label. She grabs the item and hangs it back from where I took it from. No, she does not speak English.
Game over. Religion of peace, anyone ?
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