Stories From Europe, Part VIII
On the train back from Barcelona, a pair of tipsy French guys leading 4 dogs get on. They promptly pull out what looks like a gallon jug of whiskey. A few swigs later, one points to my friend and says (in extremely limited English), "You....you are English?" My friend replies that no, he's American. The tipsy French guy then points at me and says, "You! You are Micheal Chung! Tennis player!"
My reply? "Yeah! Sure, I'm Micheal Chung!" He then goes on rambling in French with the few English words he knows thrown in, along with hand gestures. I think he was talking about how good Micheal Chung was and had big arms, or something like that. He looked extremely happy the whole time.
He's probably somewhere, right now, telling his friends how he met Micheal Chung. And me? I have an amusing story to tell.
My reply? "Yeah! Sure, I'm Micheal Chung!" He then goes on rambling in French with the few English words he knows thrown in, along with hand gestures. I think he was talking about how good Micheal Chung was and had big arms, or something like that. He looked extremely happy the whole time.
He's probably somewhere, right now, telling his friends how he met Micheal Chung. And me? I have an amusing story to tell.