Dear France…
I’m sorry about butchering your lovely language while trying to order a Quatre Fromages pizza and two beers.
Also, I swear on everything holy that the Gun Nutty Americans being interviewed on the television behind the bar do not speak for all of us.
This has been an American Embarrassed In France post. Thanks for reading.
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kwat fro-mahje
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theonlyc said:
Been there. And it was while Bush was president. Ugh. But they appreciate when you try and don’t just speak English assuming they’ll understand.
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