Today I was at the bank.  From the corner of my eye I recognized a mother/son couple who cut in line in front of me last week.  This is one of my pet peeves.  Then what happens, a lady came in the door behind me with 50 euros in her hand.  She said something in French and then she stepped in front of me and took cuts!!!  What's most infuriating is that my French isn't good enough to say anything.  I guess that's a good thing, because what I wanted to say wasn't too edifying.  Sigh...

A New Blog

Hi everyone! I've been wanting to write about things happening outside the realm of "Tarzan French" or "YourMissionary", just about things that happen, wherever I am. So, this is it. I have no idea if anyone will be interested, but here goes...