Lunchus Interruptus
There we were outside in the warmth, enjoying our Frenchie lunch. I with my turtleshell shades from Tokyo.....
She with the million dollar smile....
Just about to dig into dessert, bread pudding, when.......
.....a Frenchie-style street protest broke out. They marched right by us. I felt like a fatcat one-percenter and wouldn't have blamed them a bit if they'd snatched me and my dessert right off the veranda for a pummeling. They were angry. About everything. Rising tuition, neo-liberalism, anyone and everyone in the Quebecois government. The students threatened not to return to school, which is ingenious if you ask me.
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