was in Montreal years ago and asked a woman for directions.
She told me I had to speak French because I was in that city and that they all speak French.
She said this in English.
The look on her face when I did speak French back to her was priceless, but of course my French is what I had learned in Europe and not her bastard French.
The look on her face when I did speak French back to her was priceless, but of course my French is what I had learned in Europe and not her bastard French.
Sacré bleu!
“The look on her face when I did speak French back to her was priceless...”
L.O.L.
That’s an excellent story, thanks for sharing it.