I'm currently on a Nabaztag quest for my Stitchy pal
tikistitch.
So far... no luck. But I'm doing my best in the face of adversity.
Today, I was ruhing to a meeting after an interview and had two options : lunch or Nab hunt. I chose the latter 'cos it's way more fun.
Picture me arriving in a multimedia, computer superstore. There are more spotty-faced shop assistants than I can shake a bottle of Clerasyl at. I walk up to one of them.
Me : Hi, I'm looking for Nabaztag, the wi-fi interactive bunny.
Shop Assistant : What ?!
Me : It's a wi-fi bunny that communicates with your computer. It also reads messages, gives you the news, moves its ears, etc.
S.A. : Go see my colleague in the wi-fi section.
Here I go.
I have the same dialogue with a similarly puzzled guy who sends me to another colleague who does his best not to laugh at me. I keep a straight face, I've been to too many record stores in my life to be upset by shop assistants' odd behavior or irony. He finally remarks : "You sure love bunnies."
Oh, yeah, I do, but it's not like I'm obsessed with bunnies I reply before leaving, empty-handed.
I then catch my reflection in a mirror.
I'm wearing a Mashimaro shirt (you know, the bun-bun with a plunger on its head) and carry a silver and pink handbag with a rabbit on it that says : "Candy, the cosmic bunny".
Blythou out.
So far... no luck. But I'm doing my best in the face of adversity.
Today, I was ruhing to a meeting after an interview and had two options : lunch or Nab hunt. I chose the latter 'cos it's way more fun.
Picture me arriving in a multimedia, computer superstore. There are more spotty-faced shop assistants than I can shake a bottle of Clerasyl at. I walk up to one of them.
Me : Hi, I'm looking for Nabaztag, the wi-fi interactive bunny.
Shop Assistant : What ?!
Me : It's a wi-fi bunny that communicates with your computer. It also reads messages, gives you the news, moves its ears, etc.
S.A. : Go see my colleague in the wi-fi section.
Here I go.
I have the same dialogue with a similarly puzzled guy who sends me to another colleague who does his best not to laugh at me. I keep a straight face, I've been to too many record stores in my life to be upset by shop assistants' odd behavior or irony. He finally remarks : "You sure love bunnies."
Oh, yeah, I do, but it's not like I'm obsessed with bunnies I reply before leaving, empty-handed.
I then catch my reflection in a mirror.
I'm wearing a Mashimaro shirt (you know, the bun-bun with a plunger on its head) and carry a silver and pink handbag with a rabbit on it that says : "Candy, the cosmic bunny".
Blythou out.