Naturally, I let Martina do the talking, since no one there spoke any English. Besides, it’s always an adventure seeing how men interact with Martina, or at least try to.
Many of them just want to hit on her sexually, and when they act this way with Martina, it is usually a very BIG mistake and is quite embarrassing -- for the men who dare to try. Not only has Martina probably seen every "game" men tend to play when they are hunting women, but being an award-winning Czech Supermodel it has given her an education about "the boyz" that very few women can even appreciate.
We’re sold out
As Martina asked about our hard drive, the salesman told her that, "I’m sorry, we just sold the last one."
Martina, was not amused.
"How could you sell the last one when we specifically ordered it for delivery to us, and you then agreed?" Martina asked the man, translating for me.
"Sorry, we are sold out."
Next, I asked about the still shrinkwrapped display unit, if we could buy it, instead. As long as it worked and was fully warranted, I could care less which new, shrinkwrapped package we received. "No, we cannot sell you our display model," we were told.
"Why not? You’ll still be sold out!" was the only answer I could muster.
"Mystery" Solved
It turns out that the man was right, they were indeed sold out. He told us that just before we arrived, a woman had ordered their last one over the telephone.
Martina smiled, and let him know that this was in fact HER, who had done so.
After about 30 seconds the light bulb went on inside this man’s head. Realizing that the hot chick he was talking to was the same person he had flirted with over the telephone, based on the expression and wide smile on his face, he died and went to Heaven right there.
We got our hard drive, a sleek, slim red-colored one, which Martina promptly named Red Dwarf as soon as she nuked it after connecting it to her computer and formatting it with the Macintosh Operating System.
. REALLY Bad JokeA horse walks into a bar. Naturally, they do this all the time, especially here in Prague. The horse sits down right in front of the bartender. "Why the long face?" he asks the horse, who of course doesn’t say anything because unlike people, horseys can’t REALLY talk, let alone speak Czech or English. Five minutes later, a second horse comes in and sits quietly down, right next to the first one. This horse is a bit "different" than the other one, for this second horse has some jumper cables attacked to its ears, sticking out of its head. "Look," said the bartender, warning the two horses, "I don’t mind the long faces, but don’t you even think of starting something!" |
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