Wednesday, January 9, 2019
My loser country
I was walking through the University where, as usual, a great many large scale construction projects were going on. It was lunchtime, more or less, and all the construction workers were out on the sidewalks, wearing their yellow vests and hardhats, some carrying along their soft cooler lunch bags. I saw a group of them walking together towards Oak street and, seeing all those yellow vests on the move at once, something stirred in me.
"Viva La France!" I cried out to them, raising my fist defiantly in the air.
They barely lifted their eyes to me, expressionless.
Yeah, we're going down without a fight.
Either that or they had no idea what I was referring to.
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