This morning there was a spider on my clothes as I was getting dressed.
The following conversation transpired in my head:
Random benefit of growing up in Australia: Me vs Spider
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Iced coffee – It’s probably not what you think it is.
It was a beautiful warm summer day in Nice, France and my friend and I wanted a coffee before wandering down to the beach for the afternoon. Considering how touristy Nice is, and how frequently I would be answered in English when ordering in French, we must have found the only cafe in Nice where no one spoke English.
The Flying Faux Pas 