Oh So French (probably part one of many)

I’m in a cafe, and I dropped my fork.

I put it on the table crooked:

Fork

The waiter, after taking an order right behind me, nonchalantly and probably out of habit, just quickly straightened the fork and flipped it upright. He didn’t even slow down his very fast pace. It was very French.

On the other hand, he was patient when I ordered in French.

Also, I ordered a fresh squeezed lemon juice. It was lemon juice half filling a glass, and a glass of sugar packs and a bottle of water to make lemonade to taste.

Je s’ adore!