Stuffed dog helps break the iciness of a waiter
It was my first trip to Paris. I had heard stories about how rude Parisians could be, but I would not be deterred. Off I went with my husband, Ken Baskin, and our traveling companion, a stuffed dog named Le Mutt.
Le Mutt is a very well traveled stuffed animal; he’s been with us on journeys to four continents. He makes a wonderful travel pillow and has a soothing effect on crying children very handy when they ar timberland outlet e occupying the plane seat behind you.
But not until my trip to Paris did I learn that Le Mutt also has a calming effect on surly French waiters. Actually, I didn’t find the people in Paris to be rude at all, but it didn’t hurt us to have Le Mutt along to help.
After a morning of sightseeing, Ken and I sat down in a restaurant for lunch. The waiter came to take our order, which Ken gave in French. The waiter seemed impatient as he scribbled on his pad. Then he muttered something under his breath, wheeled around, and stalked away.
“What did he say?” I asked Ken. “He said, ‘Well, I know who’s the boss in this family.’ ” Ken replied. Apparently, the waiter spoke better English than Ken’s French and grew impatient when Ken insisted on ordering for both of us in French.
I got bored while we waited for our food. “Get the guidebook and Le Mutt out timberland outlet of the backpack,” I told Ken, “and I’ll take some pictures. Put your glasses on him.” Ken did as I requested, and I started snapping away, oblivious to everything else.
Suddenly, I heard timberland outlet laughter. I looked up, and there was our waiter, convulsed with laughter, steadying himself against a wall to keep from dropping his tray.
“Let me take a picture of the three of you,” he offered in perfect English. And timberland outlet he did. When we paid our check, he asked us if we wanted a doggie bag.
Ken, Le Mutt and I spent that evening with our friend Pierre and his mother, Nadia, both natives of Paris. When I told Pierre the story, he was surprised.
“Waiters make fun of Americans who ask for doggie bags,” Pierre said. “They think it’s barbaric!”
I liked Nadia’s take on the situation. “The name Le Mutt does not mean anything in French,” she told us, “so from now on, we will call him Monsieur De La Mutt, because he is from a very important family.”