Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I know, I'm just rubbing it in
Ok, I seriously do not mean to just keep throwing the dirt on France here, it is a pretty open goal and my feelings are pretty well known by now you would think. But I need to hunker down for one more night and the country is again getting to me... In this crappy hotel that once upon a time probably used to be reasonably nice but now is desperately trying to keep a luxury aura while falling apart and the best it can offer in entertainment in a real language is a broken sound airing of German MTV and the "New Paris Hilton BFF" show.
Yesterday I had the following exchange with the hotel clerk, around 8pm Sunday evening:
Mr. Salaryman: Pardon, is there a convenience store or so nearby open now?
Clerk 1: (without a moment of hestitation) No
Clerk 2: Well, there is one over here (brings out a huge-ass map and starts marking out a place way too far off to by any standards be called a "convenience store")
Just one more day...