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the (import) beep
Cape Town – –0002-02-24 – deeds of the day
Me doing that Banksy thing again, like in the good old days: Minor adjustments to the environment.
After returning to that NY-Pizza-Slice Place on Kloof Street, while joyfully eating the second and third slice of the day, a playful desire pops up. The desire to give birth to an 'import beep' – made out of that 'import beer' on their slate.
Even though surely noone would execute or severely punish me for that small typographic interaction, i am still pretty nervous and can feel my belly contracting and breath getting shorter … okay, time to start! So i take a look around, am unsure if one of those three employees would see it, wetten one finger and go for it. Uhh. Ahh. Shit. They could see it. I can feel it. Suspicious movement right here!
And the slate is so dark on that spot now … But happily it dries pretty fast. No wonder, it feels like 30° today … but there are still some chalk tracks of that R's oblique line remaining … Damn! Have to do it again! So right before finishing the last slice: same procedure, 2nd time. Okay, that's got to be it.
Puh. Afterwards i still feel somehow unrelaxed and under pressure, throw the trash away, turn around to the staff with waving hands and shouting out a ›have a good day‹. One of them instantly replies with a ›see you soon‹, followed by a ›maybe‹ – accompanied with a smile – and off i am.
But wait! The funniest thing happend while i was working in flagranti:
During that R-to-P operation a Beatles song was on their stereo. No lie! Can you guess which one? Only one right answer possible here: ›Drive my car.‹
You know it? For those who don't – and to give a hint – the line i am referring to goes:
› beep, beep 'n' beep, beep – yeah! ‹
I could barely hold my laughter from bursting out! Life, always up for surprises, as soon you start living it.