You’re in line at Sun and Ski, and the rail-thin Carrie-Bradshaw-in-Houston wannabes are discussing their skiing plans:
“Oh, I never go off the green slopes. I might mess up my hair.”
You’re in line at Sun and Ski, and the rail-thin Carrie-Bradshaw-in-Houston wannabes are discussing their skiing plans:
“Oh, I never go off the green slopes. I might mess up my hair.”
Or, if you are at the Ferry in Italy leaving for Elba and the lady in the line says: “Doesn’t anyone here speak AMERICAN?” Needless to say, I asked for my ticket in French.