Intense

I hissed at The Freak.

He glared at me. I got in quick and snapped a couple of pics before he attacked me.

I beat a hasty retreat maintaining what little self dignity I have.

My Gallic teaching pal amused me on the way home from work today. He started off on a mid-level rant about reading ages. It is unfortunately not uncommon to find students of with reading ages half that of their chronological age.

Further in to the journey he warmed up a bit...

"If they cannot read, how can I teach them my beautiful language?"

followed by the classic

"I can only show them so many pictures of the Eiffel tower!"

I split my sides.