I picked up a frenchman at the Wynn and was taking him to the Luxor. As we were driving to his destination, he noticed my taxi cab license and my name on it.

He asked if I was French?

My last name is a German name. The Frenchman then said “there are many people with that last name in the north eastern area of France”.

I told him again that it was a German name. I knew there were people in this area with the same last name as myself, as France kept a part of Germany after WWII.

The arrogant man again asked “are you sure you aren’t French” to which I replied again that it was a German name, but added that my father was in Paris during WWII and he was in the Ninth Panzer division.

The smile faded from the brie eaters’ face. As we pulled into the Luxor, Not  able to leave it alone. I said “my father said the women in Paris were really friendly”.

He tossed the money in the front seat, clearly he was fuming with anger as he exited the cab.

Fare to the Luxor - $10.40

Pissing off the frog - Priceless