it's the natural hue, says the storekeeper, of the wheat colored fringe that attaches to our new kilim. hah. if it's not white after a wash i'll eat my metaphorical hat.
the fat's been leached out by the cooking process, says the tour guide, of the three-layered pork. he clearly thinks we are hungry simpletons.
of course it's leather, says the salesgirl, of the cheap couch we're eyeing. it's car leather. euphemism for pretend stuff.
superb silk rug, says the salesman, of the kashmiri rug. art silk, from mercerized cotton.
this is solid plywood, says the young man, with a straight face.
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