I have this little book called "Wicked French." It is full of sassy remarks in English and French with a phonetic French pronunciation guide alongside. You can learn how to say sassy things like "Your mother is Belgian," or, to a reckless cab driver, "Slow down or die." I love this book. It makes me laugh outloud. Everytime I open it, I find something totally outrageous to say in French.
"What a delightful aroma of hazelnuts and sardines."
"This Sauternes has socialist tendencies."
"Sir, are you ashamed of your menu?"
"Who do you think you are, an Italian?"
"Holy Saint Yves, sacred designer of haute couture, I beseech you to create one of your heavenly dresses in my size."
And my all-timer personal favorite:
"This is a hotel room for a dwarf."
I try very hard to memorize these smart remarks in French, since I don't really speak French, I only pretend. So far, I have memorized "Moins vite, ou crève," and "Ta mère est belge!" But I haven't had the nerve to use them.
Until now.
There is a wonderful digital newsletter, wrtieen by TG in Mill Valley, called "Paris through Expats Eyes." It's full of all kinds of interesting things, especially books and films you can get here which are about Paris. There are also swell sounding tours with ExPats who still love Paris that sound like lots of fun. You can sign up at:
http://www.paris-expat.com/
But I digress.
So one day I opened the digital newsletter and saw an article about a new novel called "The Alibi Club." The first ten people who responded could get a free copy. So I responded. Only to get a mildly sassy reply from TG that you had to be a member, excuse me, to get the book and I wasn't a memember but if I gave him $35 he would send me this $25 book for free. This sounded like a good deal. So I did. And got another reply. Partially in French. So I replied, again, partially in French because I don't really speak French, I just pretend. And I got back a reply" that translated into something like "How is it that you speak French when you live in such a hellhole and totall disgusting place such as ____, Illinois, while I, Grande Expat with Taste, live in the center of cool MIll Valley." Or something close to that. I really don't speak French. I pretend.
So out comes "Wicked French."
My reply, in French:
"May your rash be as virulent as mine."
That ought to hold him for a bit. At least, take him down a peg or two, given that they still have pegs in Mill Valley, which foats above the earth by several inches.
ExPat: "Wow! I am totally impressed with your command oof the language" (close translation)
My reply:
"I think, therfore I am French. The less I think, the more I am. Whatever."
This is getting fun.
Expat: "A Polish philosophy."
My reply (in English):
"Ohmygod. A Polish joke."
Anyway, I finally did fine a good use for this marvelous book. I hope to be able to use it again sometime. I'll let you know if I do.
In the meantime:
"D'accord, Pierre, mais garde-toi d'ébouriffer ma coiffure."