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.
4 comments:
Wow! I can't believe people are that snot nosed in France. Hehehe! If I were you I'd have snarled my worst snarl and pretended to run at him. Can always look away and play innocent when daddy dearest turns around. Maybe even whistle a li'l! Anyway! I will try to put up pics on my blog. Have a monument of a camera so can't guarantee picture quality!! Have fun in Italy. Try the pizza, I hear it's pretty good!! ;-D
I would LOVE it there. I'm so tired of smiling at people. Really.
They probably would have smiled if you shook your fist and sneered at them. Ahhh, reverse psychology.
interesting comments here, especially from "moment"...
god! anyway, hope you're well, and just to tell you i've updated my blog: it may be a bit controversial but nevermind.bye for now!
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