Um, Excuse Me!

I was telling our friend Patrick today that, because we're home and able to speak the language of those around us, I don't have any problem with speaking my mind. Not that I didn't before. But it was different in Paris and Munich because if we wanted to make somewhat of a nasty comment, it at times got lost in our translation or pronunciation.

So today, for example, two girls at the bagel shop had their purses resting on a stool that we needed to complete our sitting for three. I asked them politely, "Are you using this?" They paused and replied, "Well, kind of..." I then shot back with a bit of tone in my voice, "Well, you could hang them over there." Again, not that I was rude. But I did convey the right message that, "Listen here bitches. The place is full. You don't need to use a stool for your silly ass purses."