Wednesday, March 22, 2006
No Smiling Please
I know I am back in France. How, you ask? Let me tell you. I went shopping today at my local market and noticed a kid, around the age of two, staring at me. Being the polite, southern, semi-lady, I smiled. The kid, being an ill-bred French brat, scowled at me. About this time, the father turned around and looked at me. I smiled at him too and guess what? He scowled. Then the daughter turned around and looked at me. I didn't even bother smiling at her because I knew my odds of having a smile returned were pretty skewed; she didn't let me down. She shot me a seriously evil glare. I can't blame them though, if I was French, I would be pretty upset too.
I would like to thank my French friends again for being such good people or I would have a real problem with this country. They do make up for all the disappointments.
The picture is of a business in Amberg, Germany.