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Bonjour tout le monde! Ca va?
Oui, ca va! J'ai retourner de mes vacances en France!
See, my french is far superior to Adam's.
At least that's what he told me whenever we needed something complicated. "Yarr! The taxi office is shut! Those deckswabbers are supposed to open all night! Hmm, a taxi number. In french, dammit! Despite my working for a French company and talking to French people everyday, this looks like a job for you, Suzi__q!"
And indeed it was. After confidently asking if I could order a Taxi, (I practiced this a lot on St. Battersday in Brittany) I remembered that they might actually ask me questions. I didn't have a great deal of a clue what these were, or what order they were in. But I assumed they were the standard Taxi Ordering Questions...where from, where to, what's your name, is twenty minutes ok? etc etc. So far so good, he may have thought me a complete eejit, but hell, he knew where to collect us from in (possibly) twenty minutes' time. I have no idea what the final question was, but everyone could hear me, and from the one-sided end of the conversation they could hear, I was sounding pretty good. I wasn't about to blow it at this stage and lose their admiring glances by saying 'Plus lentement, s'il vous plait? Parlez-vous Anglaise?'. So I finished the conversation with a flourish: 'Pour Quatre Personne, S'il Vous Plait! Merci, Monsieur!" and hung up.
I'm bloody glad there were only 4 of us. I have no idea what the French is for ' We don't have a minibus love, we'll have to send two'.
Oui, ca va! J'ai retourner de mes vacances en France!
See, my french is far superior to Adam's.
At least that's what he told me whenever we needed something complicated. "Yarr! The taxi office is shut! Those deckswabbers are supposed to open all night! Hmm, a taxi number. In french, dammit! Despite my working for a French company and talking to French people everyday, this looks like a job for you, Suzi__q!"
And indeed it was. After confidently asking if I could order a Taxi, (I practiced this a lot on St. Battersday in Brittany) I remembered that they might actually ask me questions. I didn't have a great deal of a clue what these were, or what order they were in. But I assumed they were the standard Taxi Ordering Questions...where from, where to, what's your name, is twenty minutes ok? etc etc. So far so good, he may have thought me a complete eejit, but hell, he knew where to collect us from in (possibly) twenty minutes' time. I have no idea what the final question was, but everyone could hear me, and from the one-sided end of the conversation they could hear, I was sounding pretty good. I wasn't about to blow it at this stage and lose their admiring glances by saying 'Plus lentement, s'il vous plait? Parlez-vous Anglaise?'. So I finished the conversation with a flourish: 'Pour Quatre Personne, S'il Vous Plait! Merci, Monsieur!" and hung up.
I'm bloody glad there were only 4 of us. I have no idea what the French is for ' We don't have a minibus love, we'll have to send two'.