So Rich and I are walking along a deserted street in New Orleans, and this tall, good-looking young man comes up to us and remarks, in a charming Southern drawl, that he hopes we are enjoying his fair city. A bit warily (we’ve read a lot of stories about untoward events that start this way) we agree that yes, we love New Orleans. The young man gets a twinkle in his eye.
He says to Rich, “I bet you five dollars I can tell you where you got your shoes.”
Obviously, this is a bet we can’t lose. Obviously, there is a catch.
“OK,” says Rich. “It’s a bet.”
The young man grins. “You got your shoes on your feet.”
Rich is laughing so hard he can barely extract the five from his wallet and hand it over. It’s the best bet we ever lost.
I'm an American writer living in Seville, Spain and traveling the world with my husband, Rich. I make frequent trips to the USA, especially my native California, because America is something you have to stay in practice for, and I don't want to lose my touch.
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