Hazte la fama

Once again, I am lost.

-Hello new place.

As always, no map.

I walk a bit here, and a bit there. I have no clue in what part of the city I am.

-Oh well, I might as well get some late breakfast, a coffee maybe.

I see a sign that reads: Cafe-Restaurant. The place is empty except for one table where a couple sips coffee. I pick a table and sit down. The waiter ignores me, so I call him and he drags himself to my table. I have practiced in my head what I'm about to say, and with my best smile I plunge:

-Un cappuccino s'il vous plait.

He looks at me in disgust, and with a heavy accented english replies:

-No. Unless you pay in advance and drink it in less zan 10 minutes. Ziz is a Restaurant, can't you see we are in lunch time.

I can feel my expression change dramatically, and my right eyebrow rising . I exaggeratedly look around to make my point that the place was empty.

-Non, merci.

That was a great first impression the Parisians made on me.

Raf



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  1. jajaja no me habias contado esta!! que mala onda!

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