There was a father and daughter at the Arlon Train Station. Only 30,000 people live in Arlon, Belgium so I immediately felt an affinity with them. My ears always perk up when I hear American accents.
I was going to go up to them and start talking because, you know, we’re the only Americans here. But I didn’t because I got scared – of a father and his nine year old daughter.
He made a joke about how he’s a bad father and his daughter replied, “a crappy dad wouldn’t be bringing me to parrrisssss.”
I hope it stays that way forever.