Heureusement que les gens ne peuvent pas lire les vrais pensés. . .
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Well, I'll spare you the details on my 2 days promoting the Italian pork in the fresh corner (honestly I was freezing to death, especially when they switched off the roast chicken machine, my only source of heat among the fridges) of a local supermarket.
But here a picture of the situation. Me, the Italian ham and my best, reserved-to-clients, fake smile!
Thankfully, people are not mind-readers. . .
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