Overheard on a chock-a-block, plein-à-croquer tram was the voice of a little boy
'J'ai vu des poux qui bouges sur ta tête' in reference to his sister's head.
As he wanted to ensure that the whole tram could hear this revelation, he repeated with zeal and I wanted to dig myself a hole and crawl into it to hide from embarrassment. I looked around and smiled meekly and weakly at my fellow passengers.
That boy with a big mouth was none other than Petit Suisse and he sure knows how to bring on total humiliation.
Good one boy !
I recounted this story to Shrek and he laughed uncontrollably...admittedly so did I.
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