Yeah, I vacillated on whether I should make the joke because it’s clichéd and out of date. But you only get one shot, so do not miss your chance to blow…
Oh man! “Mom’s spaghetti” was right there the whole time.
I am going to Morocco in a few weeks. The normal places; Casablanca, Fez, Marrakesh. Open to suggestions from anyone on things I must do there. We have some of the normal stuff already on the books. Street food tour in Fez. A day at a Bedouin camp. Things like that.
If I send you some money can you buy me a fez for my head and a Moroccan scimitar with sheath and sash? I’ll understand if you can’t or just don’t want to but it doesn’t hurt to ask.
This one is just for me and @MusicMan , but go catch a Wings game at Little Caesar’s Arena. By all acounts a great place to see a hockey game.
You’re never gonna do it without the fez on.
My idiot brother was doing some work in Serbia a while ago. He bought a cool 200+ year old antique non-working pistol from an antique shop there. The kind that had a muzzle that looks like a trumpet. He packed it up to take home on the plane. And, unsurprisingly, spent a nice, long weekend in a Serbian jail.
In the '90s I was in Toledo, Spain and got talked into buying a short sword of “Toledo steel”. It didn’t take that much talking into and the blade was pretty, if not functional. I brought it home on the airplane wedged next to my seat.
And lit up a Marlboro?
Very likely, I didn’t quit until '05.
Holy Toledo!
Your story and your black-and-yellow avatar is conjuring up images from Kill Bill.
I remember flying Air France when your cabin options were “smoking or chain smoking”.
I think I’ve told this before, but I had an Air France flight around 1980 where the left half of the plane was smoking and the right half was non-smoking. Thanks a lot.
Obviously all of the existentialists were on the left side of the plane.
The smoking section got complimentary absinthe.
Smokers Gitanes and chain smokers Gauloises.
What has France given the world? Democracy, existentialism, and the ménage a trois. You gotta admit, those are three pretty good things.

Smokers Gitanes and chain smokers Gauloises.
My family’s corner shop had an eye-watering selection of smokes. Of course, being in Sarf Lahndan, the pronunciation of the French brands was always a bit sketchy.
My aunt who worked there would refer to the above brand as “Gal-oy-says”. Which was funny, but not as funny as when she referred to that great WW2 epic as “The Nuns of Gavarone”.
I was unfamiliar with Gauloises until I saw the 1976 Polanski film, The Tenant. Pretty damn good and gritty psychological thriller, that one is. The Tenant.
ETA: Go waz