You Can’t Make This Stuff up!
One thing I like about living in France is that every outing can turn into a little adventure.
Wednesday I met up with Mademoiselle R. This week's adventure involved us checking out the Chagal windows at the Cathedral, discovering that Rosport Blue tastes like poo, Mademoiselle R getting trapped in the toilet at the tea salon, and then subtely getting accused of shop-lifting in one of the crappiest stores in the world - Maisons du Monde.
What can I say? Never a dull moment.
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Hmm, what happened in Maisons du Monde?
oh, nothing much. Just mass confusion.
We walked out of the store and of course the retarded sensor gate thing started buzzing. The 3 hive-mind sales girls stood there not quite knowing what to do. And so did we. After a few awkward moments of trying to figure out what could be making the sensors go haywire, we just left the store.
Long story short-- I still have the sequined elephant lamp that I had stashed in my panties.
does that mindful watching of the etranger that salespeople do happen a lot to you while living in France? I've been wondering about that a little bit recently. Does racial profiling happen anywhere other than the US? lol
Racial profiling happens everywhere I'm sure because people are racist dickheads everywhere I'm sure.
But the only people I get racially profiled by are--get this---the huge African guys the stores hire to do security. The guy at MATCH and I are practically on a first name basis now because he kept following me and so one day I stopped, turned directly to him and said Bonjour.
Now we're cool.
WTF?
really? hahaha. That's hilarious. France is hilarious full stop. I didn't have nightmares about being trapped in the toilet at least..
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