I just bumped into a friend of mine who lives in the street behind us. Apparently her double-chinned, fuzzy-toothed neighbor knocked on her door this morning at 9am with an invitation to a tupperware party at his house this evening. To which she replied that she's already got enough tupperware, thanks anyway.
He apparently got a little embarrassed and corrected her-- not "Tupperware" but "Upperware" or some such. Turns out his wife is peddling sex toys and erotic lingerie! And this from a man who has been known to relieve himself in his own backyard!
It wouldn't surprise me if this Upperware party has a neo-nazi theme to it if our neighbors are any barometer for the rest of the street. One of them went on another tear earlier this week. He told M that we'd better not sell our house to any "foreigners" or he'll have to move as well.
So now we're thinking about putting ads in the local Moroccan newspapers...
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Philip! Welcome! What a treat!
Actually from what I understand Upperware is a pyramid scheme. I'm trying to encourage her entrepreneurial spirit-- think of the franchising opportunities!
Unfortunately for my blog she didn't attend or I could have given an update. I don't think I could have handled that gathering first-hand but have to admit I'm curious about the party favors... ;-)
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