France Le Sucks
Went to Toulon, France once.
We ported in the bay, took the first launch to the shore,
went right to a restaurant for some mid-morning espresso before strolling
around the sites, sat outside and tried to flag one of the many waiters
servicing other patrons down. After smiling and waving for about a half hour we
decided the French sucked. They didn’t want to serve us so we went back to the
fleet landing and took the next boat back to the ship. That is all. Never
wanted to go back to France. Damn snooty tooties.
I thought that was interesting since we too went to France. A few of us were in some place on the Riveria, Nice I think. We ordered a pizza for which we waited at least a few days it seemed. When we finally got it, it smelled very much like old dead fish and the black olives on it weren't even pitted.
We got the message.
You wonder, why they hate us so? Just because we were a bunch of wild young sailors? Shoot, the Italians and Germans acted like they loved us. Well they loved our money anyway.
Next time the French need our help, maybe we'll call the Germans and Italians to see what we can do.
I do have a good memory of France.
We put in to Nice where they have topless beaches. Everyone began running topside. I went up to see what was up. There were cabin cruisers circling our ship and they had topless women on them who were waving.
All the guys who could went ashore to the beach. Next morning the medical dispensary had a huge long line in front of it. Everyone was really sunburned.
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