We've been targeted a few times, but the best was in Paris: at the top of an escalator in the Metro, a man dropped his cigarette lighter and bent over to pick it up as it bounced around the up-coming steps. I banged into him as he blocked the top, and his accomplice a step down banged into me, hard. I felt the accomplice lifting up my jacket and I turned around and kneed 'im a good one. They ran off together.
Lane Trubey, Azores, Portugal
Friday, June 15, 2007
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Had Charlemagne not repelled who he repelled, there might be a lot of handless Frenchies running around Paris these days.
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