Yesterday I had the pleasure of spending the afternoon in the playground, celebrating my nephew's birthday, no complaints there. Just take ten under-four-year-olds, 15 adults, far too many cakes, coffee, juice, balloons, a very steady drizzle and stir.
Enter four slightly-too-old-for-the-playground boys:
One of them, once he realized that he was way ahead of the others, shouted: "Last one at the swings is a fat pig!" Jaw- and eavesdropping, I kept watching him. Next, he was on one of the swings, his second-in-command on the other and he announced: "The one who gives me a push, gets to go next!" (In German: "Wer mir Schwung gibt, darf nach mir dran!") Which actually works marvelously in English, because I really did feel like pushing him - off the swings.
Ah, m'boy, you'll go far with that attitude! Some twenty years on and you will without a doubt be managing director of a big multinational. That, or head of the local mafia branch.
Same difference.
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