Grumble, grumble, grumble.
I was heading to give yet another blood sample maintaining my unwanted human pin cushion status.
It is done at the children's hospital next to the La Maternité where my regular treatments take place.
The elevator doors opened. Out popped two clowns. Nary an enfant was in sight but they started to entertain me.
Puis-je avoir un photo? I asked.
Immediately they struck poses.
My camera stuck. "Come on camera," I said. It immediately worked.
The male clown wanted to try it and said, "Come on camera." I shut it down.
"C'est un miracle," he said. He expressed his love for voice-activated cameras.
I entered the elevator. My grumbles had disappeared.