The Fragile Relationship Between a Dutchman and his Jacket

It was early in the morning. Too early to have more than 2 people at the 6th floor. One of them is me. The other is...

A dutch guy comes to work. Since he's working in Dublin, he has to wear a jacket, even though it's pretty much late July.

When he gets to his desk, he takes off his jacket. Since he has just moved to his new desk on this new floor, he looks around at the empty chairs around him. He spots an empty chairs, he heads towards it, then places his jacket nicely over it.

A little while later, a Turkish guy (it almost sounds like the Israeli, Arabic and American jokes) enters the floor, and stops next to the chair where the jacket rigidly lays. Imagine how surprised the Dutch man was (as a matter of fact, almost as surprised as the Turkish), while rushing to grab a hold on his precious jacket before the Turkish sits on the chair and ruin its perfect ironing!

This scene was repeating itself every morning for several days, different chairs, however. Until one day I noticed that he actually was brave enough to abandon his jacket on the nearest coat hanger. aaagh!

What about me? I'm just the Israeli girl who came to work quite early during those days and had the opportunity to witness these amusing events (to my humble opinion).

Well, as I mentioned before, my new year resolution was to post my blog once a week. It's quite obvious it's far from happening. Therefor, tonight I'm not going to sleep before posting a new post.

I recall a short story about a drunk lady I still owe my fans. So Here's how it goes:

Disclaimer: The story is not about a real lady. It was actually about a drunk scumbag. A female drunk scumbag.

Once upon a time I entered a supermarket. I picked up a basket and accidentally it touched a lady that just left the place. It hardly touched her, so I said I was 'sorry', and thought that was it. But then I noticed that the lady was holding her elbow like she cannot make any movement. then she said to me in a whiny tone that is a direct result of that lady's lifestyle and passion for alcohol and intoxicating drinks as well as the misfortune life she has: "I an laimmm for thaaa".
I didn't really understand what she was trying to say for the first time. Nor the second. But eventually I understood she actually said: "I can claim for that!"
Since she already reminded me of Baldrick, I just tried to sound firm yet nonchalant while glancing at her, saying: "Sod-off!"

Sorry, Baldrick for the awful comparison. You are absolutely an angle comparing to that supposedly, above mentioned lady.