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The Wrong Cheeks

, , , , | Working | March 8, 2026

I live in Montreal, but my French is very basic. 

A while ago, I was chatting to a coworker about shaving. I’d recently learnt the word for shave in my language lessons, so I wanted to impress her by saying I shave my face in French. I’d forgotten the French word for face, though, so I just used the English word:

Me: “Je me raser mon face.”

She gave me a bemused look and asked what I just said.

I repeated.

Me: “Je me raser mon face!”

I then made the action of shaving my face.

It turns out that in French, there is a word fesses (pronounced similarly to the English face) which means buttocks. 

I told my coworker I shave my a**.

The Curtain Call For Competence, Part 2

, , , , | Right | January 17, 2026

Customer: “How much fabric do I need to make curtains for an average-sized window?”

Me: “Do you have the measurements?”

Customer: “It’s like, this tall.” *Holds up her hands from the ground as far up as they go.* “And this wide.” *Holds her hands out as far as they’ll go.*

Me: “Wow, what an incredible coincidence that the average-sized window is the exact height and width that your body can reach down to the exact millimetre. Let me measure you and get those numbers.”

Customer: *Suddenly stepping back.* “Well, not exactly my size. Don’t you already have basic measurements for average windows?”

Me: “Well, the average size of the windows at Saint Joseph’s Oratory down the block is about twenty metres tall. Do you want that much fabric?”

Customer: “Maybe I’ll go home and measure.”

Me: “Yes, I think that would be best.”

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Unpicturesque Priorities

, , , , , , , , | Working | March 13, 2025

My brother and his fiancée were getting ready for their wedding and were checking out wedding photographers. They were interviewing one of the candidates.

Photographer: “…and quality photography is such a crucial part of your wedding. Because really, when your big day is over, what else do you have left of it?”

[Brother] and [Fiancée] paused and looked at each other for a moment.

Brother: “…the marriage.

They picked a different photographer.

“You’ll Never Know The Murderer Sitting Next To You…”

, , , , , , , , , | Friendly | January 12, 2025

This story reminds me of an incident when I was riding the bus, gabbing to a friend on my phone.

Me: “…so, after my first murder trial…”

Here I noticed that decent people were staring at me and apparently forming Opinions.

I continued, slightly louder.

Me: “…that I interpreted for, in my job as a court interpreter…”

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We Don’t Mean To Rainbow On Your Parade But We Gotta Work

, , , , , | Right | December 7, 2024

I’m sitting inside a large chain coffee shop one summer afternoon, waiting out a brief rain spell. For the most part, it’s pretty calm in there and I veg out my phone for a bit. The rain stops while I’m inside. 

Suddenly, a lady bursts in with great energy and heads to the counter. What she says is directed at the baristas but is loud enough for half the shop to hear.

Lady: “You have to go outside and see the double rainbow!”

She says with such gusto and confidence, that I at first figured she knew the baristas or was at least a regular customer… the more the conversation goes on though, the more I doubt this. The following is paraphrased, but the gist of the conversation goes like this:

Barista: *Feigning interest.* “Oh, that’s cool.”

As any normal person would expect, neither barista (there are two, though only one does most of the talking here) actually leaves their station to go outside. The woman watches them, growing concerned.

Lady: “You have to go outside and see the double rainbow!”

Brief pause. The baristas don’t answer right away this time, because they’re dealing with actual customers.

Lady: “You have to go outside and see the double rainbow!”

Barista: “Miss, we’re working. We can’t actually leave right now.”

Lady: “Well, you could take turns. One of you could go now and then the other could go in a few minutes.”

Barista: “Still, we can’t leave now.”

Lady: *Seriously growing more offended now.* “But it’s a double rainbow!”

Barista: “I’ve seen double rainbows before.”

Lady: “But this one’s so bright!”

Barista: “I’ve seen double rainbows many times before.”

The old woman stands there dumbfounded for a moment, before turning and retreating out the door, muttering “seen them many times before…”, as if not believing the barista’s claim.

No one else said anything to the baristas about the double rainbow. Later in the day, I did see that a friend had posted pics of it online… and yeah, it was a pretty nice double rainbow.