I have long thought it tacky to take food from a restaurant to go. Some may call me wasteful, but what about all the plastic and paper and baggies and extra shit they pack in when you asked for something to be boxed up? Plus, the energy you'll waste carting it around all day. And how gross you look when you open it up later, the smells of the food escaping the bag unforgivably. My general rule is eat what you order. And for extra classy points, leave a few crusts or tomato edges behind, so as to suggest a small portion of self control.
But apparently the recession has taken its toll on me, because today I sit in a cafe with left overs from another cafe on the table next to me, carefully wrapped in a pink baggie like a delightful gift, waiting to be eaten later. Its funny how necessity will change your point of view, because my pink baggie filled with potatoes seems hopeful to me now, rather than tacky or sad.
You must also watch the sides of the road for pastoral dramas, for they happen fleetingly but with frequency on roads that lead through mountains such as these. You must try to catch the quarrels between goats and dogs and the territorial battles of certain hens.
You must conjure a pain in your heart for the women that wait on the sides of the road for their husbands that are expected to get off of the bus you are on, but do not.
You must also contrive a sense of calm when the bus jolts jarringly towards the edge of the road; the traveler should know that whatever happens happens, and don´t worry my friend, you are safe.
Reasons stripes are classy:
1. French people always wear them.
2. They are easily recognizable from afar. Like red hair.
3. They seem in some way masculine, like sailor-ish, and therefore when women wear them it is like this small breasted Audrey Tatou feminist Channel girl on a boat or in a bow tie with a cigarette thing that is utterly and adorably charming.
4. Simple is always better.
5. They evoke stability, like a properly constructed building or a symmetrical face.