Do You Speak French?

Zel and I went to Chinese food last night with some good friends.

One of them had on a new blue fleece pullover. It brought out her eyes.

"I like your fleece," I said.

"Thanks," she said. She looked at me a bit longer than usual. She's a lesbian, but I don't think she was trying to get me to hit on her.

But I did anyway.

"It brings out your eyes," I said.

"Thanks," she said again, and continued looking at me.

Clearly, she wanted me to say, "Where'd you get it?" So I played along.

"Do you speak French," she said.

I wasn't expecting that for an answer. "What the hell does that have to do with the price of tea in China?" I didn't say this because we were sipping our hot tea at the Chinese restaurant. I really wanted to know where she was going with this one.

“Well…I’m trying to figure out a great way to translate the store into French, but it hasn’t been easy.”

I looked at her, and the expression on my face must’ve said something like, “What the goddamn are you talking about?”

She continued: “Saying ‘Goodwill’ in French just doesn’t flow.”