Hello. It is Day 35. 🇲🇿🇲🇿🇲🇿🇲🇿
The psychological business date with Vatou was a total operational failure.
I wore my absolute best double-coat suit to the Italian restaurant, but the engergy was bad from the very first minute. I ordered the giant corporate spaghetti to look powerful, but when I tried to twirl it, a huge glob of red sauce flew off my fork and landed right on my middle coat.
Then, the psychological trap went completely wrong. Before the bill even arrived, Vatou used one of the staplers I gave back to him to staple the dinner menu directly to my sleeve.
"An invoice for your behavior," he said, and then he just walked out of the restaurant without paying for a single noodle.
I was left sitting there, sticky with sauce, stapled to a menu, and forced to pay the entire dinner budget myself. It was a very expensive and humiliating business transaction.
He might have won this round of psychological warfare, but the Mozambique flag is still upside down, and my coat is currently in the wash.
Now, I have to go buy a cleaning alcohol, and then I am going to buy a drinking alcohol.