Bogdan Pertache

Hot February

“Honey, why don't we ever win the lottery?!” “Because we never buy lottery tickets, Sweetie!” ... For the last two days she seemed cool, but I could feel her anxiety, a different one though, because her eyes had a hidden smile. I caught her, three of four times, writing secretly stuff in her little black book while browsing the internet, and quickly closing with a snap, and a push of a button, both the notebook and the phone. Hm! One of her projects. I left her be. When ready, she'd tell me everything. Her things always worth waiting for. One time she had a business idea of ​​renting chicken hens to people who live in apartment buildings ("fresh, organic eggs"), but she quit it after we visited a chicken farm, she couldn’t stand the bird dung stench. Some other time she thought of manufacturing a 'perfume scent recognizer' device, paired with a phone app revealing the brand name, then the idea grew into a ‘meal scent recognizer’("also with a phone app, to send you to the right restaurant"). Her last thing was creating a bag, made of some lead fabric, to put the phone in on the nightstand ("no harmful radiation, but you'll hear the alarm clock in the morning").