ok, slam doesn't know this but: after we dropped him off at terminal 2B at charles de gaulle, epak and i left the airport and went in search of coffee and hash browns. OK, we went in search of fuel, but we saw a sign hinting that there were golden arches somewhere in the vicinity and went on a wild goose chase to find them.
we stopped at a "restaurant" (more like smoker's room with lotto) in the suburb of gonesse and tried to ask the girl, in our faltering - ok, pretty non-existent - french: "ou est mcdonald's?"
she had no idea what we were talking about. so i made the universal sign for golden arches. still quizzical looks. "hambueurguuuer" i said in my best french accent, along with larger golden arches pantomiming.
"ah! les meckdahldzzzz!" apparently we weren't saying it right. we went on our merry way and soon enough we stumbled upon it. an egg mcmuffin never tasted so good!
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you bastards. i had to blood sausage and pate savoyard at the airport.
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