Although I like accents, sometimes they make it difficult to even understand English. Here is what I mean:
In a cafe on the Champs Elysees…
Me: (ordering) I will have le poulet avec tart la fraise. (pronounciation surely atrocious)
Cute cashier: Boisson?
Me: (confused, helpless face)
Me: Yes. Orangina sil vous plait. (relief)
Cashier: And for encore? (with strong accent gesturing at beverages)
Me: Um… (same confused face) I ordered orange. (wondering why he is still gesturing at drinks)
Cashier: Yes. Encore. You get another. (same strong accent…still gesturing)
Me: (dumb embarrased, confused face)
Cashier: Like coffee, or tea? Included in price. (smiles)
Me: oh, oh..ok. Coffee. Merci. (nervous embarrassed laughter)
Me: Um…yes? (confused again…when else?)
Cashier: Really? You can get after you eat.
Me: No, its ok. I will take now. (didn’t want to be stupid and deal with this again!)
Cashier: (smiles) Okay!
*Serious! What the hell… that was the longest conversation ever to order a damn espresso. Haha…laughable though. I felt so dense. Damn my brain for not processing…it is strange to hear foreign conversations and my brain will not convert the random sounds and syllables into tangible words. NOTE: I must learn French. The cutest thing ever is hearing the little French children talk…well, or a cute guy. Oh laa laa..I have no idea what he is saying, but I smile nontheless.