I almost literally had that experience in France. We were driving from Paris to Normandy and somewhere along the way, we stopped in a gas station that had a small market (and a restroom) and we spent maybe 15 minutes there. I struck up a conversation with a guy whose English was only slightly better than my French (which is basically nothing). We swapped a hello and a head nod. I then found the aisle with a Jambon and Fromagge sandwich and somnething to drink.

I remmeber that stop at least as much as fighting the crowds at the Louve to get a picture of the Mona Lisa from about 50 feet away....

I'll take the gas station everytime!

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Bob Pepe

Bob Pepe

Just a guy with some thoughts. I love tech, my family, sports, politics and trying to find my place in this crazy world

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