Overeducated & Unemployable

For the convenience of some: a short introduction into the Belgian traffic code.

* It is forbidden to overtake a car on the right. You won't win: when entering the tunnel the car you overtook will be right behind you.

* It is forbidden to overtake two cars on the right and to use the hard shoulder for that purpose.

* It is forbidden to gently let your car roll onto the pedestrian crossing at the traffic lights in order to make a swift departure when the light turns green.

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As sister_luck will endorse: the theatre brings you in contact with the strangest people. And they all think they're very smart and opinionated. I believe they are in desperate need of someone telling them how things are actualy done...

To the pseudo-goth girl at the door: When you so loudly proclaim you have three other things to do instead, I assume doing your make-up is one of them? Whatever William Gibson may write, big black holes where you eyes should be, are overrated.

To the girl sitting next to us: Saying kids grow up, is stating the obvious. What point were you trying to make with that argument?

To the man sitting behind us: When loudly uttering your disgust and disappointment, your arguments seem to loose their weight when vented with a harsh accent that gives away your Antwerp roots. Getting up when it's all still in progress is a better statement.

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To the older sir sitting next to Big Sis in the theatre: Even though you know all the songs by heart from those days when you were young (it must be over a century ago), when you sing along, do it quietly. Or lip synch. Or get yourself a hearing aid, so you can whisper when you're explaining to your wife what's happening on stage.

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More mysterious, magical and secret messages can be found at Profgrrrrl's place. Since I stole her idea, I gotta give credit where credit's due.

To the owner of the grey Volkswagen with Luxembourg numberplate that's been parked in front of the bus stop at Square Ambiorix for the last two days: You've got a flat front tyre at the passenger's side.

To the man sitting next to me on the bus: Playing solitaire on your palmtop does not make you look cool – in the least.