parlez-vous francais?
My colleagues complain that I hardly ever speak in French, apart from "Oui!" and "Non!" and "Je ne comprends pas!" So today, in an effort to humor them, I walked to my desk and greeted Jean-Pierre in the most bibo voice I could muster:
"Salut! Ca va? Je m'appelle Sheila!" (Hello! How are you? I am Sheila!)
Jean-Pierre stops in his tracks, raises his eyebrows at me, and is already laughing when he replies: "Salut Sheila! D'ou viens tu?" (Hello Sheila! Where are you from?)
Encouraged, I try to crack a joke with my newfound French vocabulary. "Je viens de... how do you say 'heaven' in French?"
"Paradis?"
"Je viens de Paradis!" I exclaim proudly. What I meant to say, of course, is that I had come down from heaven to grace him with my angelic presence.
Jean-Pierre cracks up. "You just said you died and came back from the dead. Or, it could also mean that you died and went to heaven, but heaven sent you back because they didn't want you."
Fail.
"Salut! Ca va? Je m'appelle Sheila!" (Hello! How are you? I am Sheila!)
Jean-Pierre stops in his tracks, raises his eyebrows at me, and is already laughing when he replies: "Salut Sheila! D'ou viens tu?" (Hello Sheila! Where are you from?)
Encouraged, I try to crack a joke with my newfound French vocabulary. "Je viens de... how do you say 'heaven' in French?"
"Paradis?"
"Je viens de Paradis!" I exclaim proudly. What I meant to say, of course, is that I had come down from heaven to grace him with my angelic presence.
Jean-Pierre cracks up. "You just said you died and came back from the dead. Or, it could also mean that you died and went to heaven, but heaven sent you back because they didn't want you."
Fail.
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11:16 PM
1 comment:
that's hilarious, sheila! for some reason, this post only appeared on my reader today. anyway, hope you'll post more stories.
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