We’re From the Same Place You Are
I overheard a bunch of French tourists in Nepal discussing, in graphic detail, the digestive problems they’d been having for a few days (i.e. “I CAN’T TELL IF IT’S A FART OR IT’S POOP”). After a while, they turned to me and my friends and asked, in English, where we are from.
My friends answered, in French, “We’re from the same place you are, and he (me)’s from Quebec.” Their look of embarrassment was just delectable; the awkwardness was palpable (more so than their poop).
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