From New York

“Happy cooking”, said the shop assistant in a convenience store at the corner of Fifth Avenue. Smiling, I took my shopping, went out and waved for a taxi. In the taxi I was surprised to see a big screen with one colourful advert after another. A “Happy shopping,” slogan appeared to end a series of commercial spots. If I hadn’t already known I was in America, I definitely would now.
I got out at the department store to buy some underwear. Feeling a bit uneasy, I was waiting at the queue in front of the till. What will come next? “Happy wearing” or “Happy fucking”???
“Hi, I am Gracie,” a beauty at the till shook my hand. “Have a very pleasant day,” she smiled at me. I smiled too. I am in America!