Saturday, September 10, 2011

Confessions, Confessions...


In Picard (the all-frozen chain store here), they sell individual Snickers ice cream bars. This product just jumped out at me once recently in another Picard, and yesterday, I succumbed to the pressure again. After all, this bar was even speaking my language...

I got in the car, unwrapped it, and began to devour it along my drive. Then suddenly, perhaps because there was a police car in front of me, I remembered: in France, you are not allowed to eat and drive (nor smoke, apply makeup nor read books, etc...) I put the half eaten bar back in the wrapper and placed it on the seat, where it began to melt rapidly next to my leg...

I must confess that at the next light when the police municipale car had turned, I finished off that bugger in a snap. Danger, Will Robinson, this new Picard is on my daily path...

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