How many times have you heard Swiss men say: "Oh Valentine's day, it's just another over-commercialized holiday."
To which I respond to all bankers: "Why export a holiday if it's not going to do any good for the flow of the economy and therefore the flow of love?" Just think: Where would we in Europe and America be today if they hadn't exported Christmas from the Middle East? Swiss people actually call Christmas "a fest of love", which surprised me because I thought they were talking about V-day. And then I remembered Jesus was all about love, too.
Well, we did better than old J.C. this year; we survived it. Surprisingly, so did the 100 or so men standing in line at the Coop flower market yesterday evening just before closing time, where the line snaked all the way out of the shop and up the escalators to street level: The image is good, non? I wish I was an illustrator, but I have to use words. All of the men who think Valentine's day is an over-rated, over-commercialized, imported, annoyingly American fest are on an escalator going down, down, down to get their red roses and there are so many of them they can't stop, so they all start falling on top of each other and trying to run back up the escalator to safety. At times, you see a few heads popping out of the crowd with a white wrapped up sort of triangular package, they are carrying it upside down like good European flower carriers and are now traveling up and out of the over-rated, over-commercialized, imported American red love fest and making it home to their sweetie where we hope they will remember to practice the out-of-bounds rule on body parts, which is this: anyone, even yourself, discussing certain negative aspects of your body (and clothing) is completely off-limits. This includes, hair, hips, arms, thighs and anything else which might be closely related to your anatomy.
If you keep this up throughout the year you may survive the pile-up at the bottom of the escalators,
Yours, with love,
Mrs Crocodile
For more help on buying roses for a loved one in Switzerland: Swiss Survival Tip: Grocery Shopping
To which I respond to all bankers: "Why export a holiday if it's not going to do any good for the flow of the economy and therefore the flow of love?" Just think: Where would we in Europe and America be today if they hadn't exported Christmas from the Middle East? Swiss people actually call Christmas "a fest of love", which surprised me because I thought they were talking about V-day. And then I remembered Jesus was all about love, too.
Well, we did better than old J.C. this year; we survived it. Surprisingly, so did the 100 or so men standing in line at the Coop flower market yesterday evening just before closing time, where the line snaked all the way out of the shop and up the escalators to street level: The image is good, non? I wish I was an illustrator, but I have to use words. All of the men who think Valentine's day is an over-rated, over-commercialized, imported, annoyingly American fest are on an escalator going down, down, down to get their red roses and there are so many of them they can't stop, so they all start falling on top of each other and trying to run back up the escalator to safety. At times, you see a few heads popping out of the crowd with a white wrapped up sort of triangular package, they are carrying it upside down like good European flower carriers and are now traveling up and out of the over-rated, over-commercialized, imported American red love fest and making it home to their sweetie where we hope they will remember to practice the out-of-bounds rule on body parts, which is this: anyone, even yourself, discussing certain negative aspects of your body (and clothing) is completely off-limits. This includes, hair, hips, arms, thighs and anything else which might be closely related to your anatomy.
If you keep this up throughout the year you may survive the pile-up at the bottom of the escalators,
Yours, with love,
Mrs Crocodile
For more help on buying roses for a loved one in Switzerland: Swiss Survival Tip: Grocery Shopping
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