Reasons why I’m so classy:
- I laugh so loud in little French restaurants that the patrons around me actually quiet down and look around.
- I dribble hot chocolate sauce down the front of my shirt.
- I respond, “pas probleme,” to the servers who say “merci beaucoup.” What am I reassuring THEM for?
- I try to make a smooth exit but end up tripping over my heels.
- I forget my phone in the restaurant, but only when I’m already in the car.
