I’m not really sure what’s in this city, Lyon. I’m sure there’s something spectacular and cultural in the city centre, but so far we’ve only seen off-licenses and humble industrial buildings among the roadside brush. I decided to stay in and watch telly for a while today while Burbank and Lenore went out into town to do some shopping. Lenore came back claiming there truly was nothing on this side of town, but Burbank, at least, made quite a find at the French equivalent of a Radio Shack.
He bargained a product down to half its original price, a little cylindrical tube with a retractable LCD screen that seems to be broken. But nevermind the screen. It has two prongs that come out of the end. They begin to vibrate when they come across anything that isn’t real. The man in the shop called it a real-o-meter. For example, Burbank tested it out on the concierge, and as it turns out, his hair is, in fact, a toupee.
6/18/10
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Dear Burbank,
ReplyDeleteI think you were robbed. And if I recall correctly, you tested out your toupee theory by bending a closet hanger out of shape, sneaking up behind him, and snagging his hair off his head like a fish. No wonder we didn’t get any complimentary mints with breakfast.
--Milo