Now, so regrettably late in the game, I understand my inability to play in the major leagues of the American Dream. It is because I never learned Wall Street English! My education was limited to VanKeuren Highway English.
Now's your chance -simply move to Paris and enroll! You'll learn important phrases like "subprime mortgage" and "debt swap" and of course "blue horseshoe loves Anacot Steel.". Pretty soon you'll be the Gordon Gecko of your arrondissement!
Why do I suddenly flashback to that scene from the Steve Martin remake of "The Pink Panther" where, after have disparaged the American hamburger as pedestrian swill, we see Inspector Clouseau rapturously feasting on streetside sliders in Manhattan?
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Now, so regrettably late in the game, I understand my inability to play in the major leagues of the American Dream. It is because I never learned Wall Street English! My education was limited to VanKeuren Highway English.
Now's your chance -simply move to Paris and enroll! You'll learn important phrases like "subprime mortgage" and "debt swap" and of course "blue horseshoe loves Anacot Steel.". Pretty soon you'll be the Gordon Gecko of your arrondissement!
Dang, that sounds perfect!
That quote ("blue horseshoe loves Anacot steel") is 21 years old. Time marches on...
I saw those Wall Street signs all over the Metro. Took me back.
Non sequitur -- NY Times story today on the latest gustatory rage in Paris: the hamburger.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/16/dining/16paris.html?ref=style
Why do I suddenly flashback to that scene from the Steve Martin remake of "The Pink Panther" where, after have disparaged the American hamburger as pedestrian swill, we see Inspector Clouseau rapturously feasting on streetside sliders in Manhattan?
Life imitating art?
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