After finishing off my share of a bottle of wine, I had to
pee.
The toilet was down in the cellar, accessible via a circular
iron staircase. There was only one toilet down there. Unisex. Ah, I thought, so very French.
Suddenly, the door behind me, which had no lock,
opened. An attractive young French woman
walked in.
She blithely pulled down her panties, sat down on the
commode, and she started to pee. All the
while speaking to me in French, which I don’t understand.
A few moments after I sat down, my toilet companion also came
upstairs.
As she passed by my table, she knocked on the tabletop with
her knuckles, smiled, said something to me in French, and blew me a kiss.
My wife’s reaction was, understandably, “What was that all
about?”
I told her the story.
I said I didn’t know what that young woman said to me as she passed by,
but I suspected it was “Monsieur you have the biggest baguette I have ever
seen.”
My wife, who does speak French, laughed and said, “No what she actually said
was ‘don’t forget to return the breadstick you took from the glass on the bar.’”
Gotta love Paris !
2 comments:
Fun story, Gary. Too bad you wife speaks French and burst your bubble...LOL
Lizzie: Turns out that my wife later admitted she doesn't speak French but rather Pig Latin. So the precise translation of that young French woman's comment remains open to debate!
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