My birthday, the real, was April 8 of last week. Last Saturday, I go to the bar and all the waitresses know me (no need to be a barfly to be known, just a French accent) I give my ID card to try to negotiate a free drink. 08/04/1983: response from the waitress: Hey Frenchy, what d in ai fuck your birthday is August 4 c?
Indeed the Americans show dates with month and day reversed. One facet of their rebellious side on the same basis as laugh at the international metric system or display hours 12 AM PM. I finally managed to explain that we were not like them in France, and I've had my glass.
bingo. I have 2 birthdays. the real April 8 + the U.S. on August 4. My card is much better and more moving to the next. You too, faithful reader, you can have 2 birthdays unless, little rabbit, the date of your birthday is over 12.
Incidentally, Americans generally hallucinate dimensions of our identity card, the size of their being credit card. And they must also explain that we have no right to smile in photo (if anyone knows why ...). well yeah, they, they hit a big smile on their cards!
Thanks to everyone who wished me my real birthday
Francois Yes yes, the bar was the mother's Two. :-)
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