Today I was walking down the sidewalk, enjoying the feel of the mist-like rain that was falling on the city, when a young man doing street-contacting for some sort of national organization stopped me.
Him: "Mademoiselle?" (Just as I am walking past him)
Me: "Oui?" (Doing a 180 to face him)
H: How are you?
M: Fine, thanks, how are you.
H: You're not French are you?
M: (Thinking: You CANNOT be serious. I can't even manage to say HELLO without sounding like an American?!)
M: (Out Loud) No, I'm not. (Hoping I look confused as to why he's saying this)
H: Well, it's actually because of your earrings.
M: My earrings? (Oh, of COURSE it was my earrings...naturally.)
H: Yeah. French women don't wear earrings like that.
M: (Out loud) Oh. (Thinking: Oh, yeah. I forgot how French women don't like color.)
H: They look like candy.
H: Well, since you're not French, I can't give you my spiel, so have a great day!
M: You, too.
So, next time you see someone wearing earrings like these*:
you can safely assume that, though they may not be American, above all... they aren't French.
*Yes, those are the actual "candy" earrings I am wearing today