Why they call me Rube, #1
Posted by Rube | 30 October, 2004
Winter, 1999
Paris, France
Walking down a street in Paris, I notice a large, wrought-iron gate in front of an old building with the words "Le Mtropolitain" ornately engraved on it.
"Le Mtropolitain," I muse aloud. "Is that an opera house or something?"
My travelling companion, mouth agape, turns to me and says, "It's the subway, dickhead."
