... but he doesn't care to do business with the likes of you.
[Scene: Rachael & Will walking with stroller and baby through the large, open air market. It is frigid outside because it is Munich.]
R: Sorry this is taking so long. I want to find the stands run by actual farmers.
W: *mumbles imperceptibly* [If you know Will, you know that mumbling isn't a negative reaction. More like his secret language.]
[R&W wind their way through hordes of people, finally finding the farmer stand.]
[Man who looks like Santa Claus in lederhosen - i.e. leather shorts - is manning the stand]
R: Can you go get the Brussels sprouts and I'll wait here with Edie?
W: *gestures to the sprouts* [In Munich, you aren't allowed to touch the produce until you've bought it.]
Santa Claus: [in German] 3 euro fifty a kilo
W: [in German] I would like 1 kilo.
SC: [in German] 3 fifty. You must wait.
W: *blinks*
SC: *does not move, remains sternly staring forward* [his naked legs somehow impervious to the cold]
W: *waits*
W: *keeps waiting*
W: [returning to Rachael and Edie] Let's go.
R: Where are the Brussels sprouts?
W: Santa wouldn't sell them to me?
R: What do you mean?
W: I mean he had all of the accoutrements of produce selling authority. But he would not make the transaction.
R: I don't understand... [looks over, sees that Santa is unphased by Will's departure.]
R&W: *Sigh*
Is Will on the wrong list this year? :o)
ReplyDeleteThere is no way that Will is on the wrong list. Simply no way. I'm madder than madder than something.
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