My wife and I were taking a walk in the woods using a route description. The assignment was ‘ignore side paths and turn left at the first intersection of paths’. After passing a number of side paths, I thought I saw an intersection a little further and I asked my wife: “Is that an intersection?” At that moment a lady with a dog just passed us and she reacted as if stung by a wasp: “That is not a crossbreed, that is a French bulldog! A French!” Very upset, she walked away, leaving us bewildered.
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