Parlez-vous... ?

Remember that episode of the Simpsons when Bart was running through Paris in a panic and then all of a sudden, he digs down deep, and is able to speak French? Well that didn't happen to me, but last night it almost did. I have a cheat sheet in my pocket so I'm prepared with phrases like these:

My name is Mary Ann
I live in California and soon New York
I want to work selling wine
I don't know a lot of french
Where is a nice garcon (that means boy, no waiter)
I am lazy

These things are universal: comb overs, bad radio stations and sucky drivers. Cool people are all over the world too. Good news for you guys in the US, the French ladies like your teeth and think you are good looking. Maybe you can start faking accents and we'd all be happy?

Covered some ground today on the A7 from nord to sud... tired. Bonne nuit.