He has been playing on my mind for a couple of days now, the French bar owner who insulted my hat.
It started off fairly amicably, I ordered a beer and asked if there was any where in the shopping centre with internet connection.
He said "yes", pointed to his computer and continued "but only for me", then laughed.
He then asked if that was my bike outside and where did I get the helmet? From Verdun? Or maybe Dunkirk?
I bit my tongue and he told me he was a cyclist too but couldn´t point out the road to Strasbourg. He was one of those people who thought he knew everything but in fact knew nothing.
I consold my self with the knowledge that in six weeks I will be in the Lebanon and he will be boring more customers in his bar
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