Here’s my receipt from a drink I bought in Paris last weekend:
Look closely. Yep. A “coup de fouet”. AKA a “lash of the whip”. AKA a strawberry and banana smoothie. These French folks are such pervs…
I came across that not long after mentally corrupting the station departure board en route back from Versailles. Every train, it seems, has a unique four-letter code:
I can’t imagine any members of the public ever using the codes, rather than just looking at the destination and departure time. So I’m rather wondering whether the train timetablers ever play games, sending messages to their girlfriends, with consecutive trains coded something like this:
YOUA
REAV
ERYN
AUGH
TYGI
RLAN
DWIL
LBES
PANK
EDAT
HOME
Bound to… I can see I’m in trouble already, second line from the bottom, pity I can’t quite make out why or what I’ve got coming to me!
Sarah, its obvious, you are going to be pomi’d on platform B.
Seriously, I seem to recall that the benefit of the codes for the regular commuters is that they indicate the route and stopping pattern, a bit like the two digit numbers on Southern Region London trains years ago.
Well, the route and the stopping pattern might be enough for the very naughty girl on the platform who is waiting for her boyfriend to go Off Duty in the Timetabling Office….and get home in time to deliver the “coup de fouet”!
It seems that Paris is indeed a kinky sort of place…No wonder that for as long as I can remember I have wanted to visit Paris. LOL!
Hmm…I do have ancestors that were french…Maybe my kink comes from them….