Ribh's D'Coopage

Once, I found a laundromat and I had all the right coins, and I'd found a supermarket and bought laundry powder, only to finally arrive at the laundromat and discover it wasn't safe for women. A rather dangerous street with intimidating people milling around. :barnie
 
I've made some super icky blunders when travelling because I know a smidgen of lots of languages [a misspent youth reading lots of books not meant for children...:lau] but not enough to really use a language well. Perhaps the one that spun me out the most was the little *rabbit droppings* that popped up in my coffee after I'd poured in the milk...apparently I'd bought yogurt & I'm still gobsmacked it was runny enough for me to mistake it for milk! :oops:

But the best was in Germany. Late @ nightish. We stopped @ a caff for milk & I refused to get out of the van. Leather jackets. Studs. Nose rings. Knuckle dusters. The man, who doesn't even try @ foreign languages but is 6', had to run the gauntlet. He tried in English & got the stink eye so...he mooed like a cow!:lau :lau Cracked the place up but he got his milk. :D
 
I've got similar stories but one good story is that I was eating in a restaurant in a rural french town and wanted something for dinner. I looked at the list, baffled. I thought, I'm in France, how bad could these desserts possibly be? The main course was lovely. So I took a chance and an amazing berry tart with clotted cream showed up, yummy!!
 
I've got similar stories but one good story is that I was eating in a restaurant in a rural french town and wanted something for dinner. I looked at the list, baffled. I thought, I'm in France, how bad could these desserts possibly be? The main course was lovely. So I took a chance and an amazing berry tart with clotted cream showed up, yummy!!
French patisseries ~ to die for! And all John wanted was a meat pie or a sausage roll. French, for what it's worth, is my 2nd language so I was sent to ask what the lovely looking roll in the window was. I was pretty sure, whatever it was it wasn't a sausage roll! Thanks to doing spoken French, not just written, I can manage a reasonable"What is that?" And the French are always so delighted if you have a go, no matter how awful your accent is. This lady erupted into beams of delight & very voluble French of which I understood just 1 word: chocolate!:lau:lau:lau I was happy. :love
 
Landing in Philadelphia at sunset.

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