Trout Lady, who sells me trout once a week at the fish market at Dolac, the main market in the city center (this was last Thursday; I usually go Saturday):
(As she is turning to me and holding the trout in her left hand knife in the right, standing over the chopping block, inside the square of tables with fish)
Do you want to take this now or do you want me to hold on to it until later?
(As I am waiting on the other side of the table, looking at Trout Lady as she's just sliced open the first trout and is pulling out red mushy insides)
Thanks, but no, I'll take it now.
(Lady Trout, looking up, right hand pulling out slimy insides of trout)
I thought you would have a coffee and then come back for it.
(Me, trying to memorize how to clean a fish and happy she always cleans it for me and is willing to hang on to it so I don't have to go to coffee smelling like trout but uncertain about this answer)
Usually, of course, but today it is too hot, it is too hot to sit and have a coffee, I am going home now.
This is important because I went to see Lady Trout last Saturday just as she was about to leave. I was with my girl friend Mare to buy fish for her and for me, to show Mare where I buy cleaned, fresh fish. And Lady Trout was really not happy that we had arrived at five minutes until two and wanted cleaned fish. She said to Mare,
You can't come here at this time and ask for fish, I have been here since 4am. She (nodding at me) comes here all the time. Next time, buy it earlier and then come back for it (referring to what I usually do). We said sorry and Ok. Mare was also shy about it and tolerant of Lady Trout's scolding us (well, and Lady Trout has power, she has cleaned trout). I was a bit ashamed and I think Lady Trout was making up for it Thursday with the offer to hold on to it, or letting me know we are still cool, and she will hold the fish, or thanking me for not coming at the last minute, or reminding me this is an option.
My friend and I invented a new way to deal with being ghosted. It's called the Dear Casper letter: a mindful reply to ghosting In this...
http://balkanbarbie.blogspot.com/ To celebrate the holidays, my friend T. came over last Sunday afternoon and we baked these kiflice. Ingred...
I played tennis last night with a new person to play tennis with. I don't have an abbreviation for her yet. This person is a very good p...