Sunday, October 16, 2005
At Stammtisch the person sitting next to me blew his smoke on my face the entire time his cigarette was lit. I am aware that when one dines at a bar, one may expect some amount of smoke inhalation, but I found it more than a little irritating that this young fellow did not bother apologizing, or attempting to move, or even waving the smoke out of my face. I should have burped my breath, which may at times be more toxic than cigarette smoke, in his face, the dousche.
Last night after work I did laundry and began German vocabulary flashcards, beginning at der Adlige, "nobleman". I assigned gender signifiers: der words are blue, die words are fuschia (the red marker ran out of ink long ago), and das words are a neutral grey. Verbs will probably be orange.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:19 AM]