I once sat next to a family from our local car dealer commercials in a restaurant and they spent the entire time talking about their recent trip to Paris. The whole conversation was about how the food wasn’t American enough and the cable at the hotel didn’t have their shows. Nothing about sights or culture or experiences.
That’s because they didn’t go to Paris to experience Paris. They went to Paris so they could brag to everyone back home that they went to Paris, and then use that to reinforce their superiority complex.
That’s really frustrating in a way that speaks to my own personal experience. I once went to a sushi restaurant, and their mac 'n cheese was not very good. They didn’t even have ketchup.
These are the same people that invade inexpensive rural areas and build a bunch of houses and then complain that there isn’t enough to do and not enough government services. Bitch we lived here because it was quiet and inexpensive. Now it’s neither.
I don’t know. When I’m forced to go to Paris on my mandatory annual vacation, I keep a framed photo of my boss and coworkers on the nightstand to stare at wistfully while wondering what I’m missing out on. I also have a gaming app called “Sim Accounting” so I can have fun pretending to fill out forms and spreadsheets so I don’t get bored. Looking out of the hotel window, I feel kinda bad for the poor Parisians. They don’t know the pride of having a neatly manicured lawn under the close scrutiny of an HOA or the excitement of maintaining, insuring, registering, and driving a large 8-seat SUV. When I think of all the fun I’ve had navigating traffic on the highway and downtown on the way to the office, I feel a little pang of regret that these French people might never know that joy. I wonder if we did the right thing. Maybe if we had stayed longer in Europe at the end of the war, we could have helped them remodel their cities with proper highways, suburbs, and strip malls. Nonetheless, the past is the past. I’m here for nearly two weeks. At least it will teach me to appreciate home more, if nothing else.
My favorite experience in Paris was going around and buying items for a picnic and having it on the lawn in front of the Eiffel Tower at sunset, it was amazing.
I once sat next to a family from our local car dealer commercials in a restaurant and they spent the entire time talking about their recent trip to Paris. The whole conversation was about how the food wasn’t American enough and the cable at the hotel didn’t have their shows. Nothing about sights or culture or experiences.
That’s because they didn’t go to Paris to experience Paris. They went to Paris so they could brag to everyone back home that they went to Paris, and then use that to reinforce their superiority complex.
I’m other words, they’re useless assholes.
That’s really frustrating in a way that speaks to my own personal experience. I once went to a sushi restaurant, and their mac 'n cheese was not very good. They didn’t even have ketchup.
The green ketchup tasted funny, and made my nose tingle. They didn’t even bother to cook the fish!
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These are the same people that invade inexpensive rural areas and build a bunch of houses and then complain that there isn’t enough to do and not enough government services. Bitch we lived here because it was quiet and inexpensive. Now it’s neither.
It’s kinda baffling to think someone would want to be reminded of home while on vacation
I don’t know. When I’m forced to go to Paris on my mandatory annual vacation, I keep a framed photo of my boss and coworkers on the nightstand to stare at wistfully while wondering what I’m missing out on. I also have a gaming app called “Sim Accounting” so I can have fun pretending to fill out forms and spreadsheets so I don’t get bored. Looking out of the hotel window, I feel kinda bad for the poor Parisians. They don’t know the pride of having a neatly manicured lawn under the close scrutiny of an HOA or the excitement of maintaining, insuring, registering, and driving a large 8-seat SUV. When I think of all the fun I’ve had navigating traffic on the highway and downtown on the way to the office, I feel a little pang of regret that these French people might never know that joy. I wonder if we did the right thing. Maybe if we had stayed longer in Europe at the end of the war, we could have helped them remodel their cities with proper highways, suburbs, and strip malls. Nonetheless, the past is the past. I’m here for nearly two weeks. At least it will teach me to appreciate home more, if nothing else.
My favorite experience in Paris was going around and buying items for a picnic and having it on the lawn in front of the Eiffel Tower at sunset, it was amazing.
Rednecks are the dumbest people on planet earth. Attempted culture of not, you can’t fix it.