If you wanna know if your dog loves you so...

How do you find out if your dog loves you? You kiss it on its mouth!

No, I'm not joking, I saw it!

Today, I witnessed a most unusual spectacle (at least to me) :

A man was walking his dog and actually stopped in the middle of the street, bent down and almost French kissed it!! I even wondered if he was giving it mouth to mouth breathing...

And then, he just continued on his way. He actually just stopped for the sole purpose of kissing the dog!

I'm not a dog owner myself, so I don't know, but it appears that around here, if you wanna know if your dog loves you so, it's in its kiss...

The cashier always strikes thrice

Apparently there is a new generation of checkouts in the supermarkets now. The kind that is sensitive to the direction from which you pass the products when you check out. Let me tell you how I found out about this technological marvel.

The other day, I went to Tesco with a friend. He bought a magazine and a few yoghurts. At the express check out, the cashier asked him for over 1000 Kc! Hem... Something seemed to be wrong in this picture, and we tried to make the woman understand it, while she actively worked at having my friend type in the PIN code of his credit card.

When finally we managed to convince her that this figure could not possibly be correct, she discovered that the magazine had been counted three times! How this was possible, she had no problem to explain to us: My friend had passed the magazine to her through the left side of the check out, and so it was counted three times by the machine...

Hem again...

Of course, she had to call her boss to cancel this, and she did not hesitate to tell us that now SHE would be blamed for this, as if it was really my friend who was at fault.

So now everyone, be warned: Beware of this new generation of check outs that register everything three times, depending on which side the products are passed. More than one unsuspecting customer will be ripped if they do not pay attention...

The wall lover

There is a man who makes love to the wall every time he arrives at work.

In order to get inside the premises, he needs to swipe a card against the sensor. However, because he loves the wall so much, he keeps the card in the front pocket of his jacket and rubs himself against the sensor, thus making the magnetic miracle happen and get the doors open.

The wall lover always proceeds with sensual grace, to the great delight of any observer.

The přibináček killer

Imagine a man, dressed in dark clothes, with a black cap over his greasy hair, emanating a generally unkept air. Now imagine this same man taking out a přibináček, a typical Czech yogurt for children that has these cutesy drawings of a cat on them.
A man eating a children's yogurt is nothing out of the ordinary, I eat these přibináček myself, and just love them. What is more surprising is when you see him doing that inside one of the carriages of a metro.
However, what struck me most was not so much that the guy was eating his yogurt in the metro, but rather that he was doing it with a knife. This, coupled with his general appearance, finished turning him into the character I cannot help but call the přibináček killer.

Peek-a-boo

Has it ever happened to you to be sitting in a tram, minding your own business, looking out the window, at some point lazily gazing around the tram, at the person sitting in front of you and seeing something that should only be seen in private spheres?

Let me make myself clear: By "something that should only be seen in private spheres", I mean what the French poetically call "bijoux de famille" (family jewels), aka a guy's reproductive organs (let's be politically correct, even if the situation is kind of politically incorrect).

No? Never happened to you? You missed out on something!

Peek-a-boo guy here was quite a sight. Imagine a middle-aged man, dark hair, dark moustache, glasses, dressed in a blue shirt and a shorty jeans. A very short one, obviously.

What impressed me most, appart from the unexpected sighting of his private parts, was his totally relaxed attitude. He was just sitting there, reading his newspaper, minding his own business, and airing his family jewels in the process...

Was he aware of the fact that he was putting himself on display like that? Was it maybe intentional? Was he just letting his family jewels have some fresh air? I guess that will always be a mystery to me. Suffice it to say that peek-a-boo guy here left a very strong impression on me...

The good Samaritan

Today, I was sitting in the tram, lost in my thoughts as I usually am. At a busy tram stop, a woman about 50 years old came in, and the man sitting in front of me made a movement to get up to give her his seat. The woman, however, ignored him (probably did not even see him), passed him by and I don't really know if she just sat somewhere else or not, I didn't look.

Now the man in front of me - let's call him the Samaritan - got offended, grumbling to himself, looking at the woman like saying: "I'm trying to help you here, but you won't let me!"

The story does not end here, though.

Sitting in front of him was a woman, and apparently she had something on the back of her shirt. The man, always the perfect boyscout, tipped her on the shoulder, trying to make her understand that she had something on her back and that he wanted to remove it. Let's pass the horrified look on the woman's face, another story of its own, and focus on the righteous indignation of the man when she refused his help. Grumble, grumble again.

Mr Samaritan, however, did not get discouraged from his task of finding someone to help, saving his or her day, and kept watch at every tram stop for potential people in need, until he got off the tram, unsuccessful in his search for an unspoken SOS call.

I couldn't help but wonder how someone develops such a huge "superhero complex", insisting in assisting people who don't ask for any help. And more: I couldn't stop wondering if these intentions came from a genuine wish to help or from a simple need to feel good about himself.

Am I being too cynical here?

Beauty-full people

Since I live in Prague I have been seeing many interesting things around me. And most of all, interesting people. People on the streets, people on the phone, and people in the public transport. I don't know if it has something to do with the city - coming from Luxembourg I have the feeling that people at home were more "uniform", somehow less "eccentric" -, or if it's just me who is more aware of my surroundings. Whatever it is, I have many interesting, curious, funny, etc., "encounters", sometimes even "encounters of the third type", it seems, and I wanted to share them. So here is my little collection on beauty-full people for everyone's appreciation.