In Paris
The coffee
Comes
In little cups.
The waiters come slow
And the checks come fast
But the coffee all ways
Comes in little cups.
The lady next to me at the airport
Cannot understand this.
She is glad to be going home
To Huston
Where the coffee comes
In big cardboard cups.
And a half gallon of coke
Costs only a dollar.
If she had known it would be like this
She would have never come.
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I didn't make this up. I had this conversation in the Orley Airport several years ago. It made me proud. Actually Not 
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love this
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Folks get possessed by craziness!
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Pauvre petite! Well, she can come back now and find the paper cup variety, unfortunately.
It costs more than a buck, though, you're right!
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Life. this is indeed a piece that shows what and how so many things are different I did like this thanks for entering our contest best wishes to you always be well.
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lol - so true when one visits a 'foreign' country, they find some things to be so different from what they have at home.
Much enjoyed this difference of cultures. nicely done.
thank you for your entry
best wishes in the contest
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I enjoyed this very much...
We do get used to having things "our" way...don't we? Being a coffee drinker...I have nothing more to say!
Thanks for your creative entry. Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on and on...Hope to see you enter again...
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