Ah ! He annoys me!
This guy is such a jerk... What? Who do I mean? Why does he annoy me? How did I meet him? Why... Wait! Stop it! Did I ask you something?! Well, if you really have time to waste, I'll tell you...
 
One day, I was alone in a museum, admiring a medieval tapestry that illustrates a tournament. What a great life, so cool. But then he comes and ruins everything, that jerk. He comes up right next to me and says:
_”It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
_ Yes, very nice.” I retorted, to end rather than to continue the conversation. But he absolutely wants to talk.
_”The guy there in the gallery, he's probably a king, I have seen his face somewhere...
_No, I don’t think so. If he's a king, he would have a crown on his head.” I retorted, again, to end rather than to continue the conversation. But he absolutely wants to talk.
_” But kings do not necessarily have a crown on their heads, though, do they?
_ No, but if he were a king, it would be written on the cartel.
 _ Oh, maybe you're right, you're a smart guy, huh!”
And finally he leaves. I say to myself: "geez, what a moron. A king! Ha-ha, no way!” Well, after checking he really is a king, that jerk was right, but there's no need to gloat Ah!  So annoying!
 
A week later, I return to see my tapestry, thinking I was alone. But he is back!
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
_ Yes, very nice.” I retorted, once more to end rather than to continue the conversation. But he absolutely wanted to talk.
_”But ... the colors, are the threads different colors or is it colored after? Surely the threads, huh?
_ No, it must be colored I think.” I retorted.
_ No, it’s surely the threads.
_ No, it’s colored.
_ No, it’s the threads!
_ You know what? The museum organizes a "tapestry mission”, it is a workshop where you learn to make a tapestry. Let's do this, and you'll see that I'm right!
_ Ok!”
And we do it. I laugh to see him prick his finger with the needle! What a moron. However, I don't like it when he makes fun of me when I tangled my fingers in the threads. He annoys me! And always this stubbornness that prevents him from recognizing that I am right. Well, he was right about the threads, just a fluke, but there's no need to gloat!
 
A month later, we find ourselves in a tavern in Normandy, where we met to debrief the guided tour on the Bayeux tapestry we just did. I crush him at snooker (obviously, he will tell you he won, but don't believe it, he was lucky ...) debating about the unicorn that is on the tapestry. Ah! He annoys me! The worst part is that it’s not enough to have him stirring me up. Because of him I also met other similar morons who annoy me as much as he does. What do they want from me?
 
So I warn you, if you want peace and quiet, do not visit museums and monuments, because you could find the same misadventure as me: you'll make friends!
 
 
Author: 
Guido

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