Arnon Grunberg



More on dry cleaners and the art of conversation (see also: here.)

“Is that a bird or a mosquito on your T-shirt?” my dry cleaner asked this morning.
“It’s a bird,” I answered.
“It could be a mosquito as well.” “It could be, but it’s a bird.” My dry cleaner stared intensely at the T-shirt I was wearing. “Without the legs it looks like a mosquito.” “Yes, probably.” Then he smiled. “Interesting,” he said. “Interesting shirt.” I’m not sure if he was flirting with me or just trying to be congenial in an original way, but I have to admit that I enjoy these encounters.

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