From left field-ish (part deux)

We're at a park that has one of those HUGE old metal slides that we all used play on as kids. You remember the one. It scorched the backs of your legs as you went careening down (yes, you careened when you were a kid-- that slide was the longest thing this side of the Mississippi!!). Now why on earth they would be located at any park in Houston, TX and why any half-way decent parent would allow their sweet baby girl to careen down one in the middle of the summer, only to hear her cry in agony is beyond me... but wait a minute... I digress. Where was I??? Oh, yes, so Four had just gone a few rounds on the ancient gigantor metal slide, and as we were walking away to go home, I hear him say,"Boy (little snort), now that's a real slide. You know, just like the ones they have in France."