May 21, 2008 18:54
" Uhh... Je m'appelle Michelle," I said with an outrageously bad accent. The man laughed, a sparkle lighting up his green eyes.
"Ahh... Michelle, Je m'appelle Andre," he said my name in a way that would melt any girls heart, "Parle vouse francais?" Do I speak french? You mean besides the one year I took over a decade ago?
"Non. Umm... anglais?" The word for english completely slipped my mind, so I took a stab at it.
"Oh! America! I speak too!" He destroyed grammer, but the attempt was adorable. Seeing someone so admirant about an American shocked me too, I sure hoped I was in the right place. I'd love to work with or for this guy!
"Wonderful! I'm looking for... Henrique." I stumbled out his name in the best accent I could.
"Oui! Henrique! What you need for?" I couldn't help but snicker at his attempt at my language. I quickly felt bad realizing I completely destroyed my language and he was making a much better effort than I was.
"I need a job. I was told I could find one here." I annunciated as much as I could and took my time, making sure he caught every word-- or as much as he could.