I don't speak FRENCH!
OK, this didn't happen to me, but a friend of mine, I just thought it was funny...plus, nothing really interesting has happened to me in the last couple of weeks...
(maybe because I've been able to avoid all French people...)
Picture a French grocery store on a Saturday (the only time most French people go to the grocery store so it's as crowded as Wal-Mart on the day after Thanksgiving)
My friend is stopped contemplating what chocolate cookies to purchase.
A fur coated, heavily makeup-ed, French lady asks her something in French.
My friend responds (in French) oh, I'm sorry, I don't speak French
Fur coat lady calls over her daughter who speaks bad English. Fur coat daughter asks something in bad English about chestnuts.
My friend points to the Nutella (which is like crack to French people - they sell it in gallon jars)
Fur coat daughter says no - much discussion to my friend in French, who continues to mumble back at them in that way all non French speakers do.
Fur coat lady and daughter insists my friend follow them to another section where they point to a box of chocolate covered chestnuts.
What my friend realized is that they wanted a larger box of these nuts...and that they apparently thought she worked in the store.
Sure, if she happened to be dressed in red, green and khaki, like the employees are it might have made sense. Had she spoke the language, maybe it might have made sense. If she hadn't had sunglasses on her head, a coat on, hiking boots, holding gloves in her hand, and a purse on her shoulder and a basket with products in it for purchase - yeah, I guess it could have looked like she worked there...
Must have been Parisians.
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