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Stylish Dinosaur
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so, I land in casablanca and my suitcase doesnt make it. frankly, this was a big mistake of mine, I really try not to check bags, but I've been on the road for 3 weeks, including a few days in northern europe, a few in central america, and time spent in africa, so I needed a lot of different clothing. anyway, I land wearing sweats, with no clothes.
****.
so, this morning, I have somebody lend me a driver and I am cruising around looking for an open store. they take me to zara, but it was closed and really not what I was looking for. I was hoping to find a small store, a tailor who sold some clothes type of thing, I figured anything I bought would only get worn today and I didn't want to blow too much on it.
and, I have a meeting at 10 am, that is what I am doing in Casablanca.
so we find a store that is open at about 9:20 - I run in, point to a pair of pants and to myself and say, over and over again "for me, get me this for me". the guy finally understands and finds a pair that fits. then I do the same with a shirt.
whole thing takes about 5 minutes. then we swing by a tailor who shortens both for about 5 bucks, in less than 5 minutes. then we go back to the hotel. I meet my regional manager who lends me a pair of shoes that, honest to god, are my size by stretch 3 inches past my toes in a point with a slight rise. aslo a tie. have to say the tie wasn't bad.
so that is how I spent my day until my bag was found.
life can be strange.
****.
so, this morning, I have somebody lend me a driver and I am cruising around looking for an open store. they take me to zara, but it was closed and really not what I was looking for. I was hoping to find a small store, a tailor who sold some clothes type of thing, I figured anything I bought would only get worn today and I didn't want to blow too much on it.
and, I have a meeting at 10 am, that is what I am doing in Casablanca.
so we find a store that is open at about 9:20 - I run in, point to a pair of pants and to myself and say, over and over again "for me, get me this for me". the guy finally understands and finds a pair that fits. then I do the same with a shirt.
whole thing takes about 5 minutes. then we swing by a tailor who shortens both for about 5 bucks, in less than 5 minutes. then we go back to the hotel. I meet my regional manager who lends me a pair of shoes that, honest to god, are my size by stretch 3 inches past my toes in a point with a slight rise. aslo a tie. have to say the tie wasn't bad.
so that is how I spent my day until my bag was found.
life can be strange.