YOU MUST NOT STAY AT FOYER ANNE-MARIE VEDER.

Let them paint it in letters twelve-foot high on the billboards and the buildings. Let them chant it in the streets. In the strike capital of the world let them faire un greve.

You must not stay here. Do I blow it out of proportion? Yes. But only for the sake of poetic merit.

The meat of the problem is the disdain. And it's a big beef. Big, juicy, running red on the plate. it has a lot of weight.

Anne-Marie Veder is run by disdain. The women in the front office have it and they ooze it into their every interaction. They run this foyer so that they may practice their disdain. It is a lifelong love with them. They hold disdain competitions, when you chance to pop in for a quick question and brave the snarling sneers of failures of human beings well past their primes. they have much to be disdainful for.

This is the birthplace of the French stereotype. These women hate you. They despise you. They want your life to be as miserable as theirs must be. And they will beat you down.

Which is why there must be some to beat back. It is the natural ebb and flow of the universe. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

I make a promise today that Foyer Anne-Marie Veder will not be in vain. I will learn their game, I will learn disdain. And I will use it, as they have used it, as a reaction.

Let them teach me the art of confrontation.

I am ready.