Yesterday, I was walking home after a full day of Frenchie-French-French. Suddenly, a taxi zoomed up and screeched to a halt next to me. The driver stuck his head out and winsomely grinned at me. "Crowne Plaza Hotel? You know Crowne Plaza Hotel?"
The businessmen in the back of the car were obviously flustered. Their driver was listening to loud, Baliwood music, and most of his teeth were made of metal. What a scene.
As soon as I started giving directions, the driver interrupted me: "It is here, I think. I think I see it. Thank you very much!" And they sped off. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who doesn't fit into the Belgian mold.
Posted by nickles at September 20, 2006 05:34 AM | TrackBack