tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515829.post110645703702372064..comments2024-03-28T22:44:04.754-07:00Comments on Irons in the Fire: A problem of perceptionFirehandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04562365951182027709noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515829.post-1106470002562958842005-01-23T00:46:00.000-08:002005-01-23T00:46:00.000-08:00You know....
When I visited Paris a couple of yea...You know....<br /><br />When I visited Paris a couple of years ago, I learned (the hard way) that I couldn't get a dinner out at a restaurant until like after 7pm (I think, there was wine involved) because it was illegal for workers to work for some hours in the afternoon. It was all very vague, but exceedingly annoying. <br /><br />Can you imagine if you couldn't get a super-sized number eleven at 4pm on a Tuesday? I KNOW!<br /><br />I learned how to say, "j'voudrais un sandwich avec fromage et jabon, seevooplay" quickly. (of course, there could be some Spanish in there)..<br /><br />dog and pony this..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com