Living for Disco

I have done nothing of any interest lately.  I sit at my desk, then I go home.  Sometimes I go out and drink beer.  I seem to spend a great deal of time in the bath, which makes me feel guilty, because Namibia has hardly any water, and what it does have, I use to soak in to make myself warm because my house is FREEZING.  

Then today, I discovered the giant orange juicer at Woermann Brock.  My life, and the lives of tens of Woermann Brock shoppers, is never going to be the same.  

I got my allowance cheque yesterday, and immediately bounced off in glee to cash it so that I could savour the novelty of having actual money in my possession.  So today I was feeling flush, and when I saw the juicer, looking like a cross between a suction-based torture device and one of those novelty charity collection boxes where you put 2p and it dribbles haltingly down little plastic ramps, I had to have juice. 

I didn’t realize that this was going to cause such a sensation.  By the time the juicer was in full flow, about 20 people were standing around, as if watching a miracle.  It was better than going to the cinema.  Fingers pointed at various parts of inexplicably complicated looking machinery; hushed voices went “Wah!  Look!”  Occasionally an orange would get stuck in the chute, and everyone would go into a frenzy of pointing and banging fists on the machine to try to dislodge it.   

I felt proud to be part of something so extraordinary, but now, after this brief illumination, my life is going to settle back into murky mundanity.   

It’s very sad. 

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