the other day i was taking pictures in the supermarket when the security guard came up to me. a tiny bit irritated, he explained to me that i am not allowed to do so, and he asked me why i do it?
-‘because i enjoy it!’ was my honest answer. he should have seen my harmless collection of tiger tails and twinkies to understand just how threatening my pictures could be….
and then there is the girl working at the café at the train station: ‘i know you, you are the girl with the special cup’, and she actually makes my long espresso with some milk in my foldacup without arguing and i am forever thankful. it became like my little challenge, to convince people to do it. (sounds easy perhaps, but with all those laws®ulations about hygiene, and the total conviction that throw-away cups is the shit, i meet quite some resistance)
that’s about it for now. 3.48 and i am way past my bedtime.