“We don’t accept keys,” the lovely waitress said at Les Halles where I was having lunch at the outdoor café.
I was looking for my credit card and I had taken out my keys. I should have said something funny, but I just smiled and I said: “I know.” Then a homeless man arrived; at least he looked rather homeless. He was wearing baggy pants without underwear. While I was finishing my espresso he was showing me his hairy ass.
That’s how I celebrated the 4th of July.