Prague, Czech RepublicMarch 17
“Would you mind turning that noise off for a minute?!” Martin, looking extremely stressed out, gestured wildly at his wife.
Helena emerged from the kitchen.
“Did you say something?” There was a wild look in her eyes. In one hand, she brandished a meat cleaver and in the other a bottle of red wine.
Martin yelped, backed up, tripped over his slippers and sat down in the ficus tree pot. “s**t, what’s wrong?”
“I’m tenderizing pork chops, why?” His wife sounded surprised.
“With an axe and a bottle?” Martin responded, recalling his previous request. “Turn off that bloody noise, drat it.”
“Kindly stop speaking like a longshoreman. And it’s not bloodynoisedratit, it’s Metallica One, just in case you were wondering. Super rhythm for tenderizing meat. It’s just
