Happy Bastille Day!

In honor of the French holiday...and our gallant British friends, I dragged this out of the archives for your enjoyment.

Jimmy and Nigel were sitting at a sidewalk cafe in Paris, watching the pretty girls walk by. Jimmy, not wanting to live the Ugly American Tourist experience, had been reading a French phrasebook and would occasionally try out a phrase on the waiter, who wore perpetual look of distaste. Nigel, the jaded Englishman, just smoked cigarettes, sipped wine, and leered at the miniskirted femmes as they passed. Jimmy had enough phrases memorized that he finally decided to strike up a conversation with a rather comely mademoiselle. The pretty girl was flattered and very patient with Jimmy, ocassionally offering tips in pronunciation and idiom. Before she left, she scribbled her phone number on a napkin and kissed him on the cheek before she ran off to her appointment.

Jimmy turned to Nigel and lifted his wineglass in elation..."Mon Dieu, Nigel, here's to French girls! I just LOVE the way they roll their R's!


Nigel replied. "It's the high heels."