Thursday, February 01, 2007
You discretely walk over to the showroom window somewhere in Brussels, intending to snap a photograph of a car that might make some people drool.
Yakup drooled, discrete but drooling.
Just as you start to line things up in your camera, the glass window in front of you slides open and startled, you yelp but feel compelled to do what you came to do ...
Feeling a little foolish and exposed, there's you ... the woman standing in front of the huge (now) open glass door, taking a photograph of a car you will never afford and you know the staff know it.
Did I write 'you' ... I meant 'me'.