When my friend and I went to London from France, we had mixed reactions. Looking for a place to have breakfast, we tried ordering scrambled eggs, but the waitress couldn't understand our accent and we couldn't understand her. Later on we met an American man who was disgusted with the dirty streets and buildings. When he said he was on his way to Amsterdam, we told him not to bother. If London was bad (this was 1968), he'd never survive the Continent!
Riveting...! I’ll soon need to upgrade to paying omg.
When my friend and I went to London from France, we had mixed reactions. Looking for a place to have breakfast, we tried ordering scrambled eggs, but the waitress couldn't understand our accent and we couldn't understand her. Later on we met an American man who was disgusted with the dirty streets and buildings. When he said he was on his way to Amsterdam, we told him not to bother. If London was bad (this was 1968), he'd never survive the Continent!
Since I've relished so many of your 6 million words to date, I wish you the best on the way to 6 billion. . . .