La Rive Gauche

La Rive Gauche

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

when is your hair not a goat?

ok, so here is my first "i don't know this language well enough to really speak it" story.

it's cold today! i was up early (around 4:45 a.m.), so i finished reading my paris travel book (thanks peter!). i was being lazy because my roommate is due in today and i want to be at the apartment when she comes, which will be around noon. i decided i was being too lazy, so i got up off my butt and went to the monoprix to pick up a few supplies (like an adapter for my computer...i'm still using kathryn's). how cold does it need to be to see your breath? well, that's how cold it is today.

i stopped at a beauty supply store on the way home to look for some goop for my hair. the saleswoman approached me and asked if i needed help so i asked (in broken french) for a particular brand that i like to use for my hair. they didn't have it, i said thanks and was on my way. it wasn't until i was reviewing the conversation in my mind that i realized i had asked "pour mon chevre" (my goat) rather than "mon cheveaux" (my hair). it made me laugh out loud, like a crazy person. good thing my accent is so bad or the saleswoman so nice that she didn't quite get what i said.

i have a feeling that won't be the last time something like that comes out of my mouth...

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