Tried to order a croissant at a gas station in Oregon once — I lived there, but my French accent turns croissant into a whole performance.
The Mexican woman behind the counter couldn’t see what I meant (glass case + clutter) or understand, we both laughed a lot, and I ended up with the croissant and a breakfast burrito.
Tried to order a croissant at a gas station in Oregon once — I lived there, but my French accent turns croissant into a whole performance.
The Mexican woman behind the counter couldn’t see what I meant (glass case + clutter) or understand, we both laughed a lot, and I ended up with the croissant and a breakfast burrito.
Could’ve been worse.