I was given a bench outside to sleep on
I had to eat outside alone
I was forced to sweep and mop the floors by the innkeeper
and when I asked to use the pool I was yelled at
Then I had to give my confession to that innkeeperI have seen all the other Americans getting VIP treatment at the Bernard B&B. It makes me feel a bit neglected and here are the pictures to prove it.
6 comments:
Oh Jim, I am so sorry you had to endure all that.
Be thankful that you did not have to vacuum the roof.
For me seeing these painful images have triggered the memories from many years ago: Michel in the red cape,two horns on his head and tight McEnroe tennis shorts standing over me while I had to dustbust every inch of his house. Thank goodness for his wife's kindness, she gave me soft white bread to eat instead of the delicious french baguette so that I did not have to worry about the crumbs. At that time there was no swimming pool to look forward to.
I am glad you are safe at home working for your wife now.
What else do you expect from french people???
What else do you want Jim ? You did not even finish your Bean Picking penance but I still gave you absolution ! Besides, don't worry, the Millers sins will be reviewed in due time !
And Phuong, when it comes to painful memories, I have not entirely recovered the loss of my White Tennis Shorts you know...
Jim,
How about letting the family in on whatever it was that you confessed to the brother inn keeper. We will keep it only in the family.
Phuong,
I can only tell you that it had to do with something I dropped on the floor. That is all I can reveal for now. The innkeeper watches this blog!
Jim
I got the picture Jim.
Come to think of it, the painful past images were not so much of the snugly tight shorts as much as the skinny white legs.
SHHHHH!!!
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