We were missing some items from the hypermarché on a Sunday night, but found one about to close called “Le Vide a Bo.” The grocer had everything we needed and I was able to successfully converse in French. But as Jenny and I left, I turned to let him know that my nickname was “Bo” but I forgot about using appeler and said “Je suis Bo.” Hours later I cracked up, realizing that I had just told him that I am beautiful. The grocer was a gentleman who just smiled and nodded. Had he been a queen, the appropriate response would have been “Of course you are, darling.”
I meant to say…
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