Being that I have a gift for and a love of judgment, I have decided to do the world a favor and answer the question once and for all: are the French really assholes?
And today's encounter with the lady at the Denfert-Rochereau station brings us to...
ASSHOLES: 1 NON-ASSHOLES: 1
Of course, to be fair, I have encountered many neutral-to-lovely French people between now and when I recorded my encounter with our waiter in Orsay, especially the native Parisians at the American Church in Paris. But I've decided to only record incidents with the French people I meet out and around the city that really stand out as particularly pleasant or heinous. And Denfert lady definitely falls into the latter category.
AH and I ventured to Denfert today to get our Navigo passes (public transit passes that you purchase on a monthly or yearly basis). Although this lady spoke little English, AH did admirably, and the transaction went fairly smoothly. But as we filled out paperwork, quite a queue built up behind us. When we were almost finished, a gentleman asked how long it normally takes to get a pass. The woman, who'd been not unpleasant up until this point, replies (haughtily in French), "Not long, unless you only speak English."
Salope, síl te plais.
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