tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483644942008999262.post1729583614175857623..comments2023-04-02T02:25:06.019-06:00Comments on In The Getting There: Years Past: Part IVLishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10096271920143417744noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483644942008999262.post-82160712303478460812008-11-24T22:26:00.000-07:002008-11-24T22:26:00.000-07:00Comedy... I'm boy A. Before we arrived in France...Comedy... I'm boy A. Before we arrived in France, I assured everybody of the French skills I aquired during high school. I was wrong, I couldn't get past bonjour and merci. The funniest part of this story to me was the shoe shopping trip that followed. Girl B had to wear my Men's size 11 Converse all over town flopping around like a clown until she found a pair of her own.Mark Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05387991147244611283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483644942008999262.post-24689536827728823392008-08-17T18:53:00.000-06:002008-08-17T18:53:00.000-06:00I've never heard this story, or maybe I just don't...I've never heard this story, or maybe I just don't remember. Not unusual for me. Wow, glad Girl B was able to get some new shoes! I wonder how far did she have to walk without shoes first?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483644942008999262.post-87722424354482258662008-08-17T09:28:00.000-06:002008-08-17T09:28:00.000-06:00This story still brings a smile to my face.This story still brings a smile to my face.Ivannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15886230477292701377noreply@blogger.com