Waiting game

On a short break to Paris, we didn’t know it but we were in what was recently an extremely dangerous part of the city.

We were ‘Airbnbing’. We would wait for our host in the bar opposite his apartment. I told him to look for the table with an extra beer... that would be his.

“Deux bières s’il vous plait.. et un Coke pour ma femme.” The waiter gave me a look as if I were a lush... but I didn’t give a toss what he thought!

Our host eventually turned up... as did my middle finger, towards the waiter.