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sandy

A quick one...My husband and I were starving after going out barhopping in Paris around the Bastille. We went to one of the Hippopatomous restaurants since it was the only thing open at that time. We were sitting at a table and a group of teenagers shuffled by us. As they passed, one of them leaned over and whispered very loudly in my ear, "bon soir", but he did it in his best American accent so it came out as "BONE SU-WOIR!" The whole group of them giggled and smirked as they made a run for the back door. Poof--instant karma--the back door was locked and they had to walk past us again to get out the front. The "bon soir" kid ducked his head down out of embarassment as they walked by again. He gave me a sheepish look for a second and I just gave him a wink. Later we realized we should have given him a "Gooood EVE-E-NING" in a cheezy French accent. Teenagers--the same everywhere

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jfkkk

Moment of Zen: having hiked all day in barren alpine countryside, no one to be all day; above the treeline and through boulder-strewn meadows, rocky trails, across streams and partly in the clouds; descending past cows and coming upon a lone, old wooden hut, on whose outside bank sits a woman who looks like Heidi.

s.fowler

A recent moment of ... You decide :lol<BR><BR>A friend and I were driving from Las Vegas to Sedona using directions off of some microsoft software/site -- it tells us to take the exit for Schnebly Road for the last leg to Sedona -- off we go -- and..... <BR><BR>Schnebly road is dirt with signs warning of flash floods and not to go if we're not "all terrain" or 4x4 -- trust me we weren't. We were rather taken aback, as were two other cars following us -- obviously using the same directions *lol* So we all turned around [took some doing in the space available] and took another route

Andrea

In 2000, our trip to Russia over, we were at the airport in Moscow on our way home. <BR><BR>I put my luggage on the x-ray belt. As it went through, a large flashing light & siren went off. The inspector said: "Excuse me, miss, your luggage is radioactive. Please take your bag off the belt and step aside with it for a moment."<BR><BR>Oh, sure, of COURSE my luggage is radioactive, I thought. Soon, along came a man carrying a Geiger counter. I thought this was pretty funny, until he came closer. As he approached my suitcase with it, the machine went: "Beep . . . beep . . . BEEP . . BEEP . . . BEEP! BEEP! BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!" <BR><BR>My husband and I were then asked to take our bags and follow the man. He took us to a room in which he very carefully checked the bag with the Geiger counter again (BEEPBEEPBEEP!), and then proceeded (very cautiously) to open it and rummage through it. <BR><BR>He soon discovered the cause of the alarm: an old ship's clock we'd purchased. The face of the clock had been painted with phosphorescent paint so that it would glow in the dark.<BR><BR>He then informed us that, innocuous item or not, they would have to confiscate it, and we would not be compensated for it (we'd paid about $100 US).<BR><BR>My husband was irate - he was convinced that this was a scam, and that the guy was going to take it home at the end of his shift & sell it again to another tourist. <BR><BR>Unfortunately, although it was "his" clock, it was packed in MY bag, so I was going to have to accompany the man to hand over the clock alone. Tom pulled me aside and whispered:¡¡"I don't want them to be able to sell it again - if you get a chance, try to BASH in the clock so they can't."<BR><BR>I told my husband that I was not about to do something that could get me in trouble with Moscovian authorities, and that if he wanted the clock bashed, he could bash it himself.<BR><BR>He did manage to take the winder, which was a unique screw-in type that would have been difficult to replace, so perhaps he did succeed in his mission. I quietly handed over the clock and received a receipt, which we still have. Instead of an old Russian ship's clock.

Pris

Flying over the Netherlands at more than 30K feet, looking down at the coastline and seeing how the dikes work to keep the sea away. Then noticing all the huge rectangles of various colors on the land -- yellow, red, maroon, green, white. First (American) thought was wondering if it was chemical pollution but then -- happy happy thought -- I realized it was tulip fields!