Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short Stories. Show all posts

22.11.08

Someone asked me where I was from...


‘And are you Israeli?’
‘Do I look Israeli?’ I asked incredulously.
‘Yes.’
‘Well… I am a Jew.’ I acquiesced.
‘So you are from Israel then?’
‘Not yet’ I replied. ‘But my heart does belong in Tel Aviv'.
‘Then where are you from?’ he asked again.
‘I’m from the Eurozone’ I said and walked off to go get some cash from the bank.

2.11.08

Short Stories: Mario

One night at a bar I got talking to my friend Mario’s friend Mario. He used to work for a large foreign company in Limassol but now is unemployed.‘But why?’ I asked. ‘Because the company I worked for’ he explained has made an agreement with the other big two companies in Limassol, never to hire any of each other’s staff. So if I wanted to go to their rival company I can’t as they don’t hire their rivals staff.’‘But why?’ I asked again. ‘Because you can give information or be a spy. It’s like when you change girlfriends. Won’t you talk about your ex to your new girlfriend?’‘I don’t know’ I began ‘generally, we don’t talk much. And when I do, it’s either in a foreign language or on msn. Or it never lasts. I’m better with technology.’‘Is that what your ex said when she dumped you?’ asked my friend’s Mario friend Mario.‘I’m not surprised no one is hiring you’ I said ‘with an agreement or without’.‘It’s okay. I’m moving to Switzerland’ he went on.‘Well that’s all the Swiss need. Another banker wanker!’
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The difference between businessmen and other people; is that businessmen actually believe the world revolves around them. And if it doesn’t revolve around them, then they make it revolve around them.

22.10.08

Short Story: Stay Away

So this guy got nuts because I was talking to his girlfriend at a party I was making an appearance in.
‘Back off from my girlfriend’ he said. ‘Just back off. I know guys like you’.
I responded: ‘I know guys like me too. Not too many though. We’re a rare breed…’ and walked off towards
the bar to get myself another dirty Martini while the guy looked on, incredulously.