Easy fix: she gives it back and the USOC makes her a duplicate
Easy fix2: “it’s at the bottom of your river”
Easy fix: she gives it back and the USOC makes her a duplicate
Easy fix2: “it’s at the bottom of your river”
That’s not allowed either. The USOC can get in a world of hurt for making counterfeit medals.
You’re killing me, smalls.
Make her a nice painting of said thing that cannot be spoke of
No doubt she will receive a mountain of sympathy from the USOC.
They made Jim Thorpe return his but eventually the Olympic Commitee saw fit to give them back to his heirs years after his death. In 2022 they restored the record to show Thorpe as the gold medal winner in the decathlon and pentathlon.
They made Usain Bolt return one of his like six years later.
FIFY
bayou
It’s inSeine.
There’s a river of jokes here.
(Ecoli in the membrane)
A veritable shitload.
Update: Flavor Flav has promised to make Chiles a bronze clock necklace
I commend France in their efforts to clean up the river and quit using it as a sewage dump. They’ve come a long way but they still have a ways to go. it was only a few years ago when only two species of fish could survive in the river of shit, and they were bottom feeding shit eaters. Now there are over 30 species of fish in the Paris part of the river. I would not recommend eating any of them.
I had pretty limited expectations for the entire experience, based mainly on preconceptions about French take-it-or-leave-it attitudes about service et al. But a lot of local folks had apparently accepted the advice to vacate for the Games (which they do in August anyway), so there was more room for the invaders, and the people who stayed were downright friendly and helpful. Volunteers at venues and Metro stations were unfailingly courteous and helpful, and whoever had been put in charge of signage for directing people to venues did a great job.
Through dumb luck, our women’s soccer quarterfinal turned out to be USA-Japan, which was a tense affair throughout. We saw a couple of women’s water polo quarterfinals, a men’s volleyball quarterfinal between Italy and Japan (seeing how hard they hit the ball in person is eye-opening), and a full day of track (both the early and late sessions). And through more dumb luck we stumbled across the men’s and women’s bicycle road races where they went through the neighborhood where we were staying in the 14th.
And I was once again reminded about how your entire outlook about going out and doing things changes when you can just step on a train and not worry about driving and parking. We had unlimited travel passes in both Geneva and Paris, and we could just step on and off as we pleased, especially knowing that we would never have to wait more than 5 minutes for another train or bus. It’s quite liberating. And having a first-rate patisserie 3 minutes from your door is also life- and waistline-changing.
All in all it was a really fun trip. But don’t ever let yourself get talked into eating anywhere near the Eiffel Tower.
My experience (2 trips, 20+ years apart) was similar. I made it a point to be courteous and it was returned in kind.
My last time in Paris, I tried to speak French and was responded to in English every time. They were being courteous, because I at least tried, and they used English because they didn’t want the interaction to take for fucking ever, and for it to have a successful outcome. I only encountered one stereotypically rude waiter.
Outside of Paris, the people I interacted with were very open and friendly, as I have always found them to be.
One of the coolest interactions I’ve ever had internationally with a person who doesn’t speak any English was when my dad and I were stranded on the side of the highway in France heading to Normandy.
The first person who came to check on us spoke zero English, but was a really friendly fellow. We started chatting via Google Translate, and had a long, interesting conversation about rugby (that started with him asking me if I played rugby because I looked like a rugby player).
The breakdown was pretty not fun, but having a full on conversation with a guy who spoke zero words of a language I understood was pretty amazing.
Let me emphasize the not fun part. We were barely out of Paris, and the rent car completely died. We got excellent help, thanks to Mark and his translation app, and we finally arrived (in a different car after having to return to Paris) at our B&B in Normandy about 11 pm. Mark was my hero that day.