Keith and I were having a nostalgia moment.
"This time last year," I remarked, "we were not far off going to France."
"Hmmm, not much chance of that this year," Keith said sadly.
"Well, I could drive."
I noticed a sharp movement as Keith cowered in his wheelchair, a look of abject terror on his face.
"Ooooh, no," he quavered. "All that road rage!"
"But I could do road rage in French," I suggested persuasively. "I could even do the arm-waving."
Keith cowered even further.
"Maybe you'd like to get yourself to the shop today," I said acidly.
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6 comments:
Road rage in French. Too funny! Or, too terrifing.
Nothing to add, Jenny. Hilarious! LOL!!
Heh!
They do have a bit of a reputation for it there though don't they?
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LOL, too funny ;)
Hi, Abbi, nice of you to visit. :)
Road rage in French? Isn't that "Damn thee La Rue." Your turn to groan!
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