The Players: The Parisian and me (and The Husband, kind of)
The Husband and I popped in for l’apéro. I let The Husband sit down and I went up to the bar to order (any chance to practice my French, you know). The following is what went down;
(except in French of course)
Me: One Coke and one Martini Blanc please.
The Parisian: We are all out of Martini Blanc.
Me: OK, a glass of Rosé then.
The Parisian: No Rosé
Me: Um, how about a Skinny Girl Margarita? You remember, it’s the tequila with the limes and stuff?
The Parisian: Yes, I remember, but I don’t have any limes.
Me: Fine, just a beer then.
And that’s when my very first Gallic huff and puff slipped out. The Husband is totally proud.