Petasse petanque

Meandering through China town the other day after work I was guided into a small everything shop by the smell of mushroom tea and sweaty transport containers. Once inside I found what I knew I wasnt looking for but always wanted; petanque balls. Much cheaper than in a real store I got my six piece for a measly $40 which included a metal lockable carying case. Fast forward 6 hours and several beers and Kate and I are undefeated at 3-0. A wonderful night out at the parc with friends until we hear " some guys got nothing but the rain..." running at us in a queebster accent. Ahhh the joys of quebec where drunks like to be your friend and love you and yell at you and just not leave. This dude was the stereotypical drunkman buddy. Talked to us about the french/english issue, told us how his father beat him, told us he loved us all, told us how hard it is to have a girlfriend in Detroit you only see once a year etc... we didnt let him play petanque though. If we were asses we could of sold him ciggys for five bucks a pop because " I don wanna be cheap wif my new friends."