Excuse Their French, Part 2

I work in a bookshop in a small-enough town in the west of Ireland. I am serving behind the till when two twenty-something French couples walk in. The men are in high spirits and having a laugh, and they look at me, a fairly typical-looking Irish girl.

French Man: *In French* “My friend’s a right a**hole, isn’t he?”

And they both start laughing at how they’ve stupefied this little Irish cailin.

Me: *In fluent French* “I’m sorry, I really can’t comment as I don’t know him well enough.”

Both wives burst out laughing and both men turned bright red and swiftly headed to the end of the shop!

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