There were four of us at the café. With two coffees. I knew better than to take up space like that, especially at a café as high-class as the Deux Garçons (a famous haunt of Cezanne and Zola).
As we sat down, I saw the woman sitting next to us--fat, overly made-up, sucking a huge cigar--grab a chair from our table to hers. We explained that we were expecting someone else and she pointed behind her and told us to get another chair. After my friends ordered their coffee, she leaned in and asked us how many drinks we had gotten. "Is the waiter coming? Did he understand you?" she asked my German friend, insinuating that her accent was far too poor to be understood.
In an impeccably timed movement, the waiter arrived just then and delivered the properly ordered coffee.
When our oh-so-charming neighbor's friend arrived, she gestured towards us in contempt. "Two drinks and four places, can you believe that?"
So you know what, French lady? Suck on your cigar. At least we're young and thin and have better things to do than insult foreigners.
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Dear Allie, I MISS YOU! I'm still a little sick but it's ok. How is it doing there? It's doing fine here.
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Stewart
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ReplyDeletetoday we watched a movie with a really fat french woman in it. it was gross. "il y a longtemps que je t'aime"
She was just jealous that you guys looked so young, and happy. Some people are always trying to make others feel bad to boost there confidence. Doesn't matter where you go, but just think," Iwonder how long she has been that fat, and smoking on a cigar?" What comes around goes around...lp
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