Am I scary?

On my bicycle tour the other day there had been an accident and a police car was holding partly on the bicycle lane. It had one of the doors open so I had to yell at the police officer: “Shut the fucking door!” He hurried to shut the door, and I got by without taking the car door with me. Do I look or sound really so scary that even a police officer wets his pants when I yell at him?

Once a hundred years ago a guy told me that he had broken up with his girlfriend a year earlier because he was in love with me. It took him one year and a bottle of vodka to tell me. Nom de Dieu. I must be scary.

My husband is still gathering courage, he hasn’t said he loves me since we got married. I better give him some whiskey and then force the words out of him. Then I can say that it only took him 10 years and a bottle of whiskey to tell me “Je t’aime”.