- Drunk stranger sitting across from me: Bonjour
- Me: Bonjour
- Drunkie McGee: *hurried unintelligible slurred French*
- Me: What? Do you speak English?
- Drunkie: O! Are you English? Speak English!?
- Me: Yes... I think.
- Drunkie: I sit next to you now *sits next to me*
- Me: (nervously, while clutching purse) Is there something you need?
- Drunkie: I want English girl! You English girl?
- Me: What? No.
- Drunkie: No! You English girl!
- Me: NO. I'd really just like to read my book.
- Drunkie: English girl! Where you from?
- Me: I'm American.
- Drunkie: ...
- Me: ...
- Drunkie: American? I wanted an English girl. *Moves to another seat*
- Now, I'm not entirely sure what this interaction meant. From what I gathered, the guy was extremely upset that either A) I was not British or that B) I wouldn't let him rob me. My guess is that it was a bit of both. Oh Paris, I wish I could say that this was the only ridiculous interaction I had while visiting you, but alas, I cannot. More stories to come, trust me, this was only a taste.
A conversation had on the metro in Paris