The Boyfriend is sending his friend, M, with me. Great, sure, I guess everything will be ok then. Oh, wait, M doesn’t really speak English. Sure she’s handy with her Iphone translator, but come on, we’re talking about my hair, my crowning glory, my Raphael-esque ringlets, in the hands of M and her Iphone translator. It’s bad enough I can no longer let my witty charm speak for me in Le Petit Village since I’m practically mute, I don’t want to look like a frizzy
haired freak as well.
“Oh look, it’s that non-French speaking frizzy haired freak going to buy her baguette.” But all of that would be in French of course.
Since I don’t want to be Le Petite Village’s mute frizzy haired freak, I’ve done what I always do, I’ve prepared. I’ve made flashcards of the words that I’m hoping will help me, unless the website I got the words from is just a cruel practical joke (yes, I can be a little paranoid sometimes).
Tomorrow I’m going in with my flashcards, magazine photos, my friend M, and her Iphone translator. What could possibly go wrong? Wish me luck.