#190778 by Zyprexa
Fri Apr 03, 2009 10:52 am
Fri Apr 03, 2009 10:52 am
Wandering around Paris has been an interesting experience. The diversity and open-mindedness of people here is brilliant, which got me thinking: I'm sure it's just as diverse almost everywhere else in the world, so I've decided to start this "What the fuck!?" thread. Where people can explain quirky anecdotes about things they see and stuff... Photos are great but not completely necessary!
So I'll get the ball rolling!
We were standing in the queue for Notre Dame today and a couple of people ahead of us was a tour group. For the entire time we stood there (just shy of an hour) this man, who I initially assumed to be the father of the guy he was standing behind, was rubbing... no... scratching. No, rubbing... that guy's back. Subsequently it appeared as though he was merely a teacher or guide of this little tour group. Perhaps it was his love child. Or maybe his little toy boy. I guess I'll never know.
And don't even get me started on the Spanish guy with the Elvis hair.
Also, all across Paris, on the traffic lights there is a button so blind people can know when it's safe to cross the (really dangerous) roads. On many of them, there's a sticker of a blind man walking along with his stick. But then on some, there are joke(?) stickers where they show the blind people doing rather naughty things. As you can see:
Anyone who reads my posts (nobody!?) may notice this is written in a peculiar style; that's because Leechy wrote out what I dictated to him. I unfortunately did not have the chance to be my usual Grammar-Fuhrer self. I am actually an autistic loser who has an obsession with grarmoryo30u94i j ioj3 IAM NOT SAYIN G ANYO F THIS
tl;dr: post shit that makes you go "Gee golly gosh mister, that's awful queer!".
So I'll get the ball rolling!
We were standing in the queue for Notre Dame today and a couple of people ahead of us was a tour group. For the entire time we stood there (just shy of an hour) this man, who I initially assumed to be the father of the guy he was standing behind, was rubbing... no... scratching. No, rubbing... that guy's back. Subsequently it appeared as though he was merely a teacher or guide of this little tour group. Perhaps it was his love child. Or maybe his little toy boy. I guess I'll never know.
And don't even get me started on the Spanish guy with the Elvis hair.
Also, all across Paris, on the traffic lights there is a button so blind people can know when it's safe to cross the (really dangerous) roads. On many of them, there's a sticker of a blind man walking along with his stick. But then on some, there are joke(?) stickers where they show the blind people doing rather naughty things. As you can see:
Anyone who reads my posts (nobody!?) may notice this is written in a peculiar style; that's because Leechy wrote out what I dictated to him. I unfortunately did not have the chance to be my usual Grammar-Fuhrer self. I am actually an autistic loser who has an obsession with grarmoryo30u94i j ioj3 IAM NOT SAYIN G ANYO F THIS
tl;dr: post shit that makes you go "Gee golly gosh mister, that's awful queer!".