Waking up at 5am on a Sunday to go to work is quite painful. That is probably why Michel, our manager, suggested we take the time to share breakfast at 7:30 with Lio, the cook and Anne-Sophie, the new weekend student-slave. As we were sipping on hot coffee and nibbling on our respective croissants, pain au chocolat and/or brioche, Michel started telling the story of an ex co-worker (Tim) whom he had to fire for unusual reasons. Apparently, while leaving work one day, Tim handed a letter to Michel. The text said: ‘Retrouves-moi derriere la friterie de la place Dumont demain a 14h pour un combat avec la force du dragon’ ( Meet me behind the French fried stall - to be found on any local market place in Belgium - tomorrow at 2pm to combat the force of the dragon). What might’ve been a joke for most non-retarded people was Tim’s dead serious challenge to a duel with Michel, our unfortunate looking, adorable, anal-retentive manager. Lio added that in the letter, Tim had actually crossed out 1pm and replaced it by 2pm. Maybe he had a haircut appointment or something.
