I’ve been high all day. Not on drugs, you heathens! On an experience.
This morning I went to Starbucks and while I was standing in line, two ladies a few feet in front of me were having a conversation with each other in another language. Was it French? I listened a little harder but I couldn’t really hear them that well–but it sounded like it could be French.
Oh, nope–not French.
Wait, yes it is. I think.
Then they started to order and one of the ladies was talking to the barista but he couldn’t really understand her, so the other lady would translate. And then I heard the first lady say the French equivalent of “ummm,” and I knew immediately!
Yes, they are French! French people, Kristin!
They started to speak a little louder and I understood bits of their conversation.
Kristin, they are French! This is your chance! Talk to them!
Then the other Kristin that lives in my brain (the one who doesn’t want me to be great!) started trying to talk me out of it.
They’re strangers! You hate talking to strangers! You’ll freeze and forget every word. Don’t do it!
By this time, they had finished ordering and it was my turn.
Do it, hurry up! They’re going to leave!
Don’t do it!
Do it! Do it!
Guys, I was legit having a heated argument with myself in my head. It was too much. I finally just told Downer Kristin to shut it, walked over to them and said, “Bonjour! Vous êtes françaises? That’s “hi, are you French?”
And they were kind of shocked but in a good way, and they said, “Oui!” And I told them I was still learning French, I asked them where they were from (Toulouse and Paris), they asked me where I’m from, I told them that I had gone to Paris last December, we talked briefly about Atlanta, they told me that my French was very good and I didn’t have a strong accent (!!!), I told them about a couple of French restaurants in the area… This entire conversation was in French. The whole thing! I didn’t speak in English with them once!
I don’t know if it was Downer Kristin or Smart Kristin but one of me was like, Okay say goodbye, Kristin! Leave on a high note! Don’t fuck this up!
I listened to whichever Kristin was telling me to wrap it up. Let’s face it–I had nearly exhausted my limited vocabulary by that point. I told them it was nice to meet them and goodbye (all in French!), and they said “Bonne Journée !”
I mean, could things have gone any smoother?! Even that bitch, Downer Kristin, was like…
I walked to my car like…
It was a good day. I’m still floating.
À la prochaîne !