Gentle Man
I went to a Mexican supermarket two days ago after work. I bought a bottle of red wine and soda. When I was in the queue for the cashier, the staff gave me change that must have been for the previous customer. The cashier mistook me for her husband or friend. Needless to say I didn’t receive it. He noticed his mistake and said sorry. I said; “Don’t mind, I am a gentleman”. We both laughed. I had Mongolian BBQ for dinner last night. I spent about $10 on it. It was too much for me.
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Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
