• 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.