A funny thing happened to me on my way to the bar the other day.
Long Hop is probably the ONLY American bar in the 6th Arrondisement, if not the only one in Paris and being the obnoxious American tourists that we are, some of my friends and I thought it would be fun to go over there and watch the Eagles play. (Yay American football!)
Late as usual I caught up with my friend Meghan to meet everyone at Long Hop. On our way a young guy who looked like he could use a shower (ironically didn’t smell like it though) approached us and made an attempt to ask in his terrible French,
“Parlez-vous anglais ?”
His British accent reeked through every word and it was clear not just by what he was asking but how he asked that this was probably the only French phrase he knew how to say. (and “knew” is pushing it.)
We replied “yeah” honestly and with a smile ‘cause with the bad teeth, oversized backpack and scraggly hair, he looked harmless. Delighted to find native English speakers, Traveler-Man replied ever so enthusiastically,
“Oh wicked! Hate to trouble you but do you know of any cheap living spaces I could stay in for the night?”
Sadly we didn’t have an answer for Mr. Travels. After learning that he was traveling alone and with not a lot of money in his pocket we politely explained that we were staying at the Belloy Saint Germain up the block but that we also had no idea how much it costs nightly. After suggesting hostels he replied,
“Yeah they’re like 25 Euro a night, fuckin’ bullocks! Really rip you off here in Paris don’t they?”
We understood this guy was broke.
He soon realized we couldn’t really help him and at that he made some small conversation asking us where we’re from and such. We both sheepishly replied America, (like it wasn’t obvious), I from New York (not really) and Meghan from Maryland. By the look on Travel Guy’s face he had never heard of Maryland.
“Where abouts are you from?” I asked.
“Oh I’m from the States too!” he exclaimed urgently.
Meghan and I looked at each other, I mean this guy was CLEARLY British, he said “wicked” “bullocks” and “bloody” in conversation, might as well have worn the fuckin’ Queen’s crown.
“Really?” We both looked skeptical.
“Yeah, South Carolina.”
“Ohh….” Meghan paused, “you don’t have an accent.”
“Oh, yeah guess I’ll have to work on that.” Travel Guy replied. “Anyway have safe travels hey. Cheers!”
Cheers? CHEERS?!? Dude was fuckin’ British.
Long Hop Bathroom Photoshoot
January 30, 2009 at 3:12 pm |
False. I lived in the Carolinas for a long time. I commonly say “wicked”, “bullocks”, and “bloody” in conversation with a Chef Ramsay accent.
Marc F.