A pirate with a wooden leg is not a table; A man with long hair is not a girl!
While waiting for the bus back to Frouard a chap asked me for a cigarette
‘Excusez moi Madam… ough Monsieur, vous avez une cigarette?’
I replied to him with a smile, full in the knowledge that I was not the only person in the country who was struggling with this finicky language – in fact, his mistake isn’t even something I would normally mess up!
And then came the dramatic change from feeling like ‘The man’ to feeling like a little girl.
The chap turned back to his laughing friends and spoke to them in French quicker than I could understand.
He didn’t make a mistake with the language, he genuinely thought I was a lady.
I either need to get a hair cut, or stop wearing pants.