Anyway, since we last spoke, Tam and I went to Europe. The kids stayed here, on account of them being little and all, and they seemed no worse for wear when we got back.
So, while we were having lunch in Paris one afternoon, we witnessed what was probably the Worst Parallel Parker in the history of the world:
Seriously, he pretty much just went in perpendicular to the curb and sort of floundered around. Another guy pulled up behind him and I thought for sure they were gonna end up fistfighting or something, but no ... they just talked and even laughed a little. Then the second guy drove off and the lousy parker kept on trying until he more or less pulled it off.
It was awesome.
And, uh, well, that's about all we saw in Europe. I mean, there was a castle wedding, some towers, lost of great food and stuff, but ... man ... that parallel parker guy ... let's take another look at him:
Man, what a jerk!
Seeya soon!
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