Those Impatient Parisians

I was at the organic store Biocoop. My eyes lit up when I saw the word “promotion” on the chocolate mousse. Not only was chocolate mousse exactly what I wanted, but it was on sale. Score!

I readied my coins (the French love exact change), but the higher, standard price appeared when the cashier rang it up.

I dig into my purse for some extra coins, then say as I hand them over, “It’s not a big deal, but I thought that was on sale.”

Instead of being annoyed, the cashier smiles and studies the receipt.

The woman behind me is not smiling, however. She’s throwing daggers with her eyes. “35 cents?” she asks, not even pretending to mask her disdain.

I nod, a little embarrassed.

She reaches her hand out, jiggling some coins impatiently at me.

I shake my head no.

“You’re right,” the cashier is saying. “Let me just figure out how to change it.”

The woman behind me groans in disgust and jiggles her hand at me again. “Just take it. I don’t care.”

My French fails again, as shame starts to creep into me. It’s not just about the dang 35 cents, lady! I don’t want your money!


One Response to “Those Impatient Parisians”

  1. Comment by Little Pieces of Light | 01/04/13 at 7:36 am

    That is awful!! That is true: Parisians are impatient. But I think so are New Yorkers and Londoners (having lived in both previously). I’ve had that exact same incident happen to me in Manhattan at Whole Foods!

    I say: there are so many people in this world who just want to get you down! Don’t let them :)

    Bonne année à toi


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