Gosh. Good grief.
By the twenty four small spherical objects of the Twelve Apostles, I confess myself gobsmacked. And, for once, lost for words.
so, Mr Befuddled, what would you call the street you live in?
Wouldn't it be "YOUR" street?
Gosh. Good grief.
By the twenty four small spherical objects of the Twelve Apostles, I confess myself gobsmacked. And, for once, lost for words.
so, Mr Befuddled, what would you call the street you live in?
Wouldn't it be "YOUR" street?
so, Mr Befuddled
I'll just go a head and point out that, whereas she may be too polite to point out your gender misidentification, I'm not.![]()
No. It would be the street where I live, or the street where my home is, or the garage space I have rented. In fact, I don't use a possessive pronoun for public space; it's not mine, I simply share it with others.
However, my questions do indeed remain my questions. And I still have a few regarding a pair of orphaned Lamborghinis.......
...to think I was contemplating adding a "/Mrs" there earlier
Thank you, mobilehaathi. As a veteran of countless language wars, it seems that I also need to point out that the appellation 'Mrs' is also redundant, as the blessed state of holy matrimony does not, actually, apply to me.
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no one said they're orphaned, that came about in here. I have no idea who's are they, at least yet.
on the other hand, you never say : YOUR work?
But there is no question regarding ownership of 'my work'; believe me, as a published author, my name is on what I write.
I am, however, more concerned about your basement. Rather than disputing ownership of 'the' Lamborghinis, I suggest that you give thought to what their presence, in this setting, in the garage of an apartment which you rented, in the set of conditions which you described in your original post......all may mean.
Personally, if I were in your shoes, I would be asking a few questions of my environment, and would keep my eyes, and my ears wide open.
law has recently passed in France that all women are Madame (not Mademoiselle)
Seems like a lot of concern for someone you engage in conversation for the first time, especially when hoisting that brown colored flag you mentioned earlier.
Seems like a lot of concern for someone you engage in conversation for the first time, especially when hoisting that brown colored flag you mentioned earlier.
Seems like a lot of concern for someone you engage in conversation for the first time, especially when hoisting that brown colored flag you mentioned earlier.
How gracious...
Perhaps the concern was expressed because the writer is a kind and sympathetic person, with a honest concern for others...
No no she clearly has twisted motives. It starts as benign and anonymous concern, but rest assured she'll be throwing her head back laughing maniacally as she speeds down the highway in her new white Lamborghini as the OP is left to answer to the angry owner!
this is Greece...Criminals are mostly tax evaders, commission hoarders, Balkan looters, bankers & fat politicians. No need to concern yourselves
I'm reasonably certain no one on MR will lose any sleep over it.![]()
this is Greece...Criminals are mostly tax evaders, commission hoarders, Balkan looters & fat politicians. No need to concern yourselves
No no she clearly has twisted motives. It starts as benign and anonymous concern, but rest assured she'll be throwing her head back laughing maniacally as she speeds down the highway in her new white Lamborghini as the OP is left to answer to the angry owner!
Damn. Outed. And I thought my literary style successfully masked my true motives.
As it happens, I have a fair bit of experience of the Balkans, and have worked in those parts, where I have observed the "tax evaders, commission hoarders, Balkan looters, fat politicians" you have described so eloquently in operation, along with a fine sprinkling of war criminals, genocidal maniacs, and downright murderers, not to mention criminals and thieves. And ballot stuffers.
Sigh. From my vantage point, it is half past one in the morning, my bed beckons, and yet I cannot resist the siren lure of a totally bonkers (yet brilliant) online conversation with someone I have never met concerning a completely bizarre discovery in the basement garage of an apartment he is renting.
'This is Greece'. Greece is, at the moment, (apart, possibly, from Ukraine, which I visited, briefly, last February, and thought it a place rigid with suppressed tension), perhaps, the country I would describe as the most........fragile.....on the continent of Europe just now.
Um, yes. Very well, then, if there is no need to concern ourselves, let us forbear from doing so.
But, as someone who sometimes asks questions of systems (and people) for a living, I will ask you just what sort of responses you expected from us when you started this thread?
Man, did she have me deceived!
Don't I feel the fool...![]()
I never expected anyone taking this thread without a grain of salt, or plenty. Many facts have been shot out of their original context and that was not my doing. Mostly people rush to respond with BS flags without reading a second time the original post which is kind of annoying. Moreover, I might not be as old a member as most of you who replied to this thread, but my post history proves I am not into story telling.
I have also spotted the Jobs yacht back in July and submitted photos. No one even tried to disprove that, which by the way, chances spotting it are even more astronomical than two identical lamborghinis in a high class suburb.