And You Think Parisians Are Rude!

Over the past few days, I've been on a quest. I've needed to retrieve signatures from the U.S.D.A. office here in Chicago so our pets could relocate to Paris. What was reconfirmed to me is that Americans can be just as rude and inconsiderate as the perception that exists with the French.

As I sat in the lobbby at the U.S.D.A. office, the decor sucked all the life from my body. I thought, "Is this the most drab and boring office in America?" How can indiviuals work in such vanilla conditions? Then it happened. A robust man with khakis and a blue shirt pointed to me, curled his finger and said, "Follow me." As we walked, he said nothing. I smiled and a tried to make conversation. It was useless. This man was bitter. From there, it went downhill.

Since there was some confusion on paperwork, I was fortunate enough to return to the office today. I couldn't wait to see my bitter buddy again. He didn't disappoint. According to others waiting in the office, Mr. Fuddy Duddy apparently scowls 24/7.

Was this a test from above? Or, is it just a taste of things to come? I have to believe, based on our experience in Paris a few weeks ago, that if you smile, and make an effort to speak French, the Parisians will come to your aide. There's nothing more effective than flashing your pearly whites.

So to you Mr. Poopy Pants, I wish you the very best. And if you ever find yourself in Paris, I hope the French run the other direction. I know I will.