CléaI walk down the street, my arm slightly extended out beside me. My fingers tightly grip a 30 inch/75 cm long sourdough baguette, sheathed in long white thin paper bag with its tip exposed.
A shirtless young guy back from his jog approaches. He glares in my direction then tries to look nonchalant. From behind my dark sunglasses, I avoid his gaze but stare at his hairy chest. He is about to pass me. I squeeze the baguette harder. His pecs flex involuntarily.
I throw my head back and giggle all the way home.
returning home, the young man regarded his inferior baguette with a sense of disappointment…
…<i>but still prefers a warm baguette to a cold one any day of the week…</b>
…but still prefers a warm baguette to a cold one any day of the week…
So wait – are you saying that you have the ability to turn a seemingly harmless baguette into a voodoo doll? What happens when you buy vine ripe tomatoes?
Gboy, Egan x2: I’d love for you to complete the story, hence no remark from me
GSR: He’s lucky I didn’t bite the tip of the baguette in front of him. I waited till I got home. Maybe my voodoo skills made him wince involuntarily.
What does one do with vine ripe tomatoes? Use the baguette and make a bruschetta out of them!
Did you have some kind of ruler?
For the baguette, I mean!
Mahd: A retractable tape measure in inches and cm. What do you use?
For the baguette, I mean!
Is there not a standard size?
For the baguette, I mean!
Sidney: They’re known to vary depending on the bakery. And let’ not forget girth.
Of the baguette, I mean!
Awww…no smile but a glare from him? That’s not nice.
He’s probably suffering from baguette envy. Common among men everywhere.
Sorry, I got distracted so things sort of went limp.
Edrei: Forget the eyes, the pecs said it all!
Baguette envy has been admitted to the Martini Lounge.
Egan: You know what you need to do with it to give it more… life? Warm oven. Not too hot or it’d end up as croutons.