My Truce with Paris

Okay Paris let's call it quits.  Let's stop all this stealing and cheating and bad attitude.  I accept that you will be expensive and crowded and have terrible weather if you can accept that I can enjoy you without loving you.  Sure I realize you can't control if you have terrible weather and if certain areas are stinkier than others, just like I shouldn't expect the baker to be friendly in the morning after the morning work rush, when they are nice all the better.  

This is what I want.  No more of these diva outbursts.  No more expensive crappy restaurant food.  No more hassling.  No more dismissiveness.  If someone elbows me in the boob at the market I want them to at least smile an apology.  No more attitude.  Okay Paris...?  ......ok.  Truce.












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