The French Dispatch, Vol. II

 

I’m going to be ill…

“OMG, look honey! They have New York hats, let’s get some so our friends back home will know we were in Fraaaaaaance…”, said the American tourist.

Bloody hell, where do I even start?

This utter tragedy happened at 10.32am, Central European Time, at a gift shop in Avignon, France.  I had gone in there to buy a cute bag I had seen for my groceries as I had left mine at home.  Now I wish I had just paid the few for a plastic bag at the Carrefour…

To describe the perpetrators of this hate-crime against intellectual robustness, I think of the ‘Great White Shark’; massive beasts of the ocean that consume everything edible in sight.  I guarantee they both bitched about how small the plane seat was on the flight over…

I know I shouldn’t let incidences like this annoy me; but, dear Lord how can you move past hearing something like this?  These people had children, so this idiocy has already been passed to the next generation.  Sacrebleu!

I promise my next post will be more positive.  The truth is, World Travel is like a job: some days are good, and some days are absolute fucking disasters!

This day was a good day though.  Right after this incident I had a delightful cappuccino at an adorable cafe and let my disgust slip from my mind…

The bag that started this mess…

     


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