Café Society

Can it really be only the second day? Well for a start, I can see the language is going to be a problem…

This morning, we wandered around town and stopped at a pavement café. In spite of Handy French for Holidays, we ended up with half an inch of tar in one cup, and a gnats-pee teabag dangling in the other. When I politely showed the waitress the entry for “milk please”, I thought she was going to stab me with her pen-weapon. I wonder if you can buy normal tea here.

And then I got stalked when I went into… I mean, is nothing sacred?

The barman had vaguely waved at a door that said Toilettes, and I was standing Mid Pee (behind a VERY inadequate screen, I might add) when who should come in but a Woman! And she had the gall to nod at me!

I recognised her as the woman who’d been staring at me from another pavement table and who Lisa had said must fancy me. That may have been one of her unamusing jokes, I suppose…

Anyway – sharing the toilettes with a woman - what the hell’s the etiquette in this situation? I thought I’d better nod back; then as soon as she’d disappeared (next time, I’m using a bloody cubicle too), I had a fight with the soap dispenser and got out quick.

All Lisa said - between ribald snorts - was, “I told you she fancied you!”