As everyone knows, the French president was elected Sunday. Mousse and I were feeling the acute disappointment (well... we had been hoping for the lesser of two evils) when we heard a cheery "woho" outside our window. I got curious. Turned out it was a couple of guys from across the street, who were not cheerful at all, but also bitterly disappointed. They tried to communicate.
Marty: "Je suis pas Francaise."
I was immediately demoted to imbécile. I tried to engage Mousse in the conversation, but she shook her magnificent head, put on "Hungry Eyes" and started cooking dinner.
Guys: "Tout le monde pleure." (everybody's crying.)
We closed the window.
The point is: we have spoken to French people about the outcome of the election. We're involved.
Also, prompted by me, Mousse bought a very large jar of Nutella. Life is sweet.
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3 comments:
Hehe.
Jag gillar att skratta åt er.
Speciellt åt Marty.
why?
feeling very vulnerable right now.
where's my blanket?
På något vis är ni väldigt hm... tacksamma att ja... skratta åt.
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