Awkwardly-Clingy ticket-taker at the Toulouse-Lautrec Metro Station in Paris: “Madamoiselle, I don’t know why you felt compelled to leap over the turnstile whilst bellowing something in Swedish, but I can’t have you running amok in the bowels of this city without acknowledging fair trade agreements. It’s anarchy!”
PETA-defying Greta: “Let go of me, you Soviet gym teacher. I simply must be on the next train to Montmartre or Salvador Dali will produce a sculpture of my personal landing pad that will be unflattering in an asexual but shockingly sexist way.”
Ticket-Taker: “I have no idea what you just said, so it must be above my pay grade, but I cannot let you board the Metro unless you have purchased a ticket. By the way, we don’t call them trains, we call them metro cars.”
Greta: “It’s idiotic statements like that which explain why your country surrenders within two seconds of a war being started.”
Ticket-Taker: “I must take offense!”
Greta: “And I must take the train to Montmartre.”
Ticket-Taker: “I refuse to allow your aggressive behavior to dominate my lifestyle.”
Greta: “What? Do you really think it’s necessary to turn this situation into a proclamation about the latent lesbianism you haven’t discussed with your clueless husband?”
Ticket-Taker: “How in the world did you get there from here?”
Greta: “Let’s just say that I’ve visited every station on this line, multiple times, and if I’ve learned nothing else I’ve surmised that most people are in denial about what they truly want. Since I don’t have a lot of free time, I like to get to the point as soon as possible, especially when dealing with people that I don’t really care about. Let your love fly, like a bird on a wing.”
Ticket-Taker: “Oh, glory be. I find myself in the midst of a powerful personal revelation as you speak such wise and wonderful words.”
Greta: “No, I speak of a Bellamy Brothers song that won’t be released for another fifty years. Now, unhand me, Nikita, so I can rush forth and stop Salvador from denigrating my hoo-hoo in Italian marble.”
Categories: Wrong on Many Levels
Crusty Pie 
Garbo did boredom so well.
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Not to judge, but based on her expression, she also did heroin well… 😉
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Oops, sorry. I confused the two!
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Yes, Garbo really nailed that privileged ennui. Though the ticket-taker’s repressed yearning is worthy of an Oscar, methinks.
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Ticket-taker is even expressing loss and dissatisfaction with her footwear choice. She’s truly a professional…
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Yes! Exactly! Boredom and heroin! Nailed it. Great post, btw. I’ll be smiling all day.
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And when you smile, I smile, and the sun shines brightly and… well, that’s about it, but still, nice… 😉
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Gotta love Greta. First time I’ve ever seen ‘PETA-defying’ as an adjective assigned to our Garbo but it’s brilliant. She looks like she’d be such fun at a party.
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Oh, I’m sure that she’s a hoot at parties. She may not be aware that she’s AT one, but still… 😉
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Ticket Taker aka Practitioner of the Love that Dare Not Speak It’s Name: Alas Madame that pesky business of a TICKET is still at issue here. Regardless of the luke-warm moments we have shared. I say. Do you feel faint? Your skin tone and those bags under your eyes bespeak serious illness or at least fatigue. Here – use this oddly placed sitting room chair and rest a wee and I shall whisper love sonnets in your shell like ear…” sings softly:
Alouette, gentille alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alouette_(song)#Lyrics
Claudette nee Greta Garbo: What is this talk of larks and plucking? Madame I assure you I do not welcome plucking unless it’s by now obscure artists who are immortalizing me in clay and paint and will in the future be worth millions..besides I VANT TO BE ALONE dammit.
Ticket taker (crushed now) … Oui madame, you go ahead and fly. The ticket will be taken care of and I shall cherish our long moment petit together…
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There is SO much going on in this comment that yearns for deeper introspection, but no matter how hard I try to keep going forward, I unavoidably return to the “Alouette” snippet. I am transfixed by the brilliance, seriously, and everything else fades as I contemplate. You should win awards for this. No really, you should… 😉
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Well you know “Brother John” just didn’t have the same ‘ring’ to it…;) Thanks for the kudos! 😀
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