When I came to france, there were regular errors about my capital, brands etc from my home country (Sweden), which is okay, especially in the pre Internet times. But there were these arrogant people brushing it off like it doesn’t matter because it’s just some small country or whatever. My line with them was “no problem mate, we all do these kind if errors, like what’s the capital of France, Berlin, Paris, Madrid? Who cares!?”
That worked surprisingly well, I’m just baffled no one had a brain aneurysm. Some were so angry.
I remember from my pub roaming days in paris, stumbling upon a depressed US guy next to the opera. He told me that he had recently been promoted by his firm in bumfuck in some flyover state and that it was his first time out of the US.
And for some reason he thought everyone would be in awe of an actual US guy. Someone who actually had a car and electricity! But instead, nobody gave a fuck. So there he was, drowning his illusions in a pint.
When I came to france, there were regular errors about my capital, brands etc from my home country (Sweden), which is okay, especially in the pre Internet times. But there were these arrogant people brushing it off like it doesn’t matter because it’s just some small country or whatever. My line with them was “no problem mate, we all do these kind if errors, like what’s the capital of France, Berlin, Paris, Madrid? Who cares!?”
That worked surprisingly well, I’m just baffled no one had a brain aneurysm. Some were so angry.
I remember from my pub roaming days in paris, stumbling upon a depressed US guy next to the opera. He told me that he had recently been promoted by his firm in bumfuck in some flyover state and that it was his first time out of the US.
And for some reason he thought everyone would be in awe of an actual US guy. Someone who actually had a car and electricity! But instead, nobody gave a fuck. So there he was, drowning his illusions in a pint.
By far my most surreal meeting in a bar.