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The train station at Toulouse was confusing but finally I found my train. A French college girl was sitting across from me. We started talking in French. After a few minutes my stomach started acting up. I had had fish the night before - bad fish. Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. I excused myself and headed quickly to the men’s room. Once inside, I started pooping diarrhea and puking at the same time, trying not to make a mess. There were people waiting outside too. It was really degrading and embarrassing. Finally, when I was done I cleaned myself up and headed back to my seat. The French girl was still sitting across from me. “Wow, the toilets on these trains are small,” I told her. "I barely had room to crap and throw up at the same time." She laughed. “My, you Americans certainly are frank." “Actually, my name isn’t Frank; it’s Henry!” I said. * And we both had another good laugh over that. * This joke translates almost directly from the original French into English because the word franc used in this sense is a cognate to the English adjective "frank". Also I didn't really make that joke but instead I tried to play it cool.