Last week, a very brash, but very pretty young woman from some mysterious eastern European country sat behind me on the bus and practiced her English all the way into the city. In a remarkably loud voice she repeatd:
"What time?"
"Half seven thirty."
"Job hard, no good English. Work kitchen."
"I am have hungry."
"After work, I go to play football and relax."
"Fuck you. No, fuck you. I no speak fuck you to boss."
06 April 2007
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