I Live in a Small Town (with apologies to Mr. Mellancamp)

So I’m in line at the grocery store yesterday.

The woman in front of me is paying. The clerk informs her, in French, that she has earned a 5 EUR fidelity check. Would she like it now, or would she like to let it ride until she has earned 10 EUR?

“Oh,” says the customer, clearly baffled. “In English, please?”

Before I can jump in to help, the clerk repeats it in English, and then turns to me. In French, she says, “Did I get that right? Because I know YOU speak English.”

Oui, madame. Yes, you did.

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  1. andrea says:

    Finally a blog post! Yey!

  2. Jennifer says:

    I love this.

  3. Katie says:

    It might not be the size of the town. It seem you got a service provider who is interested in her customers. Glad to see you back.

    • Xenos says:

      No, it really is a small town. I check in on this blog a couple times per month (not a stalker, really) and I recognized the author in the baking aisle of this same store. I was tempted to introduce myself, but she was busy discussing, I think, the relative merits of different types of slivered almonds with her husband. It seemed inappropriate to intrude on that moment.

      • The Expatresse says:

        Hahaha! Oh, you should have introduced yourself. That would have been funny.

  4. Anita says:

    That is awesome. Totally awesome. I wonder if I could get Will to stick to a schedule if he would be known to the staff too :-)

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