Vivacious Vecca
I shall relate a little story that has some relationship to your topic…
First time in France… I was driving towards Dijon and stopped for fuel and a pee at a motorway stop. It was a big place so I decided to have a little lunch at the same time. So… bladder full I thought to go and relieve myself first. Men’s loo, check… in I go and the first person I saw was a cleaning lady doing her stuff! Ok… it is France 🇫🇷 so no worries! Next as I went towards the urinals… was a woman having a pee at a urinal! Oookkkkayyy… a quick look told me she was a she! Ok, France is different…
She looked at me when she finished and… winked! It was almost as if she had of said “bienvenue en France!”
I had my lunch in an odd mood realising that I was a country boy in a wildly different environment. Sobering for sure.
Pent up Polly ❤️
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