Dogtrousers
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A friend of mine has a phobia of caravans which came from having to go on holiday in them.
He has a story of when he was a teenager, and therefore deeply embarrassed by everything his parents did. They were driving through Paris towing a caravan and went the wrong way and had to back up. But this involved his dad having to get out of the car and adjust the towing mechanism to put it into reversing mode or something. All the while they were surrounded by angry Parisians. He was scarred for life.
In my mind this all happened in the shadow of the Arc de Triomphe, with angry crowds ready to tear down the Bastille, but it was probably some quiet backwater and there were two or three mildly irritated French people saying "zut" and "bof".
He has a story of when he was a teenager, and therefore deeply embarrassed by everything his parents did. They were driving through Paris towing a caravan and went the wrong way and had to back up. But this involved his dad having to get out of the car and adjust the towing mechanism to put it into reversing mode or something. All the while they were surrounded by angry Parisians. He was scarred for life.
In my mind this all happened in the shadow of the Arc de Triomphe, with angry crowds ready to tear down the Bastille, but it was probably some quiet backwater and there were two or three mildly irritated French people saying "zut" and "bof".
