I've been reading a cool site, called Paris Update. You might want to check it out. They have EVERYTHING you can think of.
Here's a little story I found
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| Paris Pollution Police |
“What’s that in your hair, Nick?” asked a
friend during a recent, over-priced macrobiotic meal in the fifth arrondissement.
“Dunno. What are you talking about?” “Looks like you’ve got a clump of hair wax
stuck in there.”
I wanted to say
that I hadn’t worn hair wax since the days of my French crop hairstyle when it
became fashionable in London during my mid-20s, but I already had a hunch as to
what it was and so made my excuses and sloped off to the toilet, the foreign
body still doggedly attached. It wasn’t in fact the first time someone had said
something similar over the dinner table, before proceeding to extract a large pellicule
from my hair. The truth is that Paris has given me dandruff, and flakes of it
the size of which leave me rather breathless.
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1 comments:
The sad thing is that altough I should be able to say Unbelieveable! to this, I must say it is completely believable. When I lived in Phoenix, which also shared a layer of brown slug called air, I had terrible dandruff. When I moved to CA and now in WI, I am no longer troubled with that. Is it the water? Maybe. Is it the air? could be!
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