Vive le France
I'm posting this for Mum, who sent it to me
An elderly Canadian gentleman arrived in Paris by plane. At French
customs he fumbled for his passport. "You have been to France before,
monsieur?" the customs officer asked sarcastically. The old gent admitted that he had been to France before. "Then, you should know enough to have your passport ready for inspection," snapped the irritated official.
The Canadian said, "The last time I came to France I didn't
have to show my passport."
"Impossible, old man. You Canadians always have to show your
passports on arrival in France!"
The old Canadian gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then,
with the feel of acid on his words, calmly stated, "I assure you, young man, that when I came ashore on Juno Beach in Normandy on D-Day in 1944, there wasn't a fucking Frenchmen anywhere on that beach.
An elderly Canadian gentleman arrived in Paris by plane. At French
customs he fumbled for his passport. "You have been to France before,
monsieur?" the customs officer asked sarcastically. The old gent admitted that he had been to France before. "Then, you should know enough to have your passport ready for inspection," snapped the irritated official.
The Canadian said, "The last time I came to France I didn't
have to show my passport."
"Impossible, old man. You Canadians always have to show your
passports on arrival in France!"
The old Canadian gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then,
with the feel of acid on his words, calmly stated, "I assure you, young man, that when I came ashore on Juno Beach in Normandy on D-Day in 1944, there wasn't a fucking Frenchmen anywhere on that beach.
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