Thursday, September 2, 2010

Random Thought

I just remembered...
I went to France when I was 12 for a family reunion. My parents, brother, and me flew out of Denver to Houston, and then from Houston to Paris.
We went to a pizza restaurant the first night we were in Paris. The waiter was older, and was flirting with me. He took our orders cheerfully.
When he brought out our pizzas, my pizza and my mom's pizza were in the shape of a heart. He pointed at mine and said in heavily-accented English "My heart is in this, ma belle. You have my heart."
I smiled up at him, unaware of anything, and said "Merci!"

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