Jon and I are currently sitting next to a table of terribly obnoxious, unintelligent American girls. Why is it that we can't seem to find good Americans on our travels? I know they exist! Apparently they're just not the ones with passports...
A few gems from their conversation:
"Men always rely on their good looks to get them things! I hate that!" (Um...yes...because women are never guilty of that...)
Girl: *looking at our food* "Oooh...what's that thing with the bread? It looks kinda weird. It must be Hungarian food..."
Elyse's Inner Monologue: ...it's a salad.
One that Jon overheard: "You can't even drink the tap water in Los Angeles. It's so dirty...there's so much...calcium!"
Jon and I have taken to holding our conversation in 5 different languages to avoid being understood by them. Clearly, in the Winning At Life Contest, us>them. ;)
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