#57, Pest, Budapest
A few years back, I was in the company of an Irish taxi driver who harbored a particular contempt for establishments with the word "Quality" in the title. "Quality Inn," he scoffed as we sailed past a four-star hotel in the docklands. He proceeded, for my entertainment, to mimic the two sides of an imaginary conversation. "What hotel ya stayin' at? Oh, I'm stayin' at a Quality Hotel. Well, ya wouldn't want to be staying at a bleedin' non-quality hotel now would ya?" I've no idea what's inside the Quality 57 here in Budapest but I'm sure it's of the utmost excellence, fineness, distinction, eminence, greatness, worth, and . . . what's that word I'm looking for? Starts with a . . . Q . . .
3 comments:
I like to consider myself a "quality individual."
That term is only used by police officers describing perps.
My guilty pleasure is reading the police blotter section of the Brooklyn Paper: perps, thugs, and hoodlums galore.
My favorite is when they make the crimes sound so... orchestrated: "A trio of hoodlums rob a bodega at knifepoint"... "A quartet of thugs ask for directions -- but they really just want his iPhone".
This appears to be tacked to one side of an aircon box.
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