I have always felt intimidated when shopping in Paris. A salesperson snapped at me when I dared to take a box of candy off a shelf, others have pretended not to understand my accented French, my dowdy apparel has often drawn condescending looks from stylish sales staff and once I was mortified when I gave a neck massage to another customer who I mistook for Mr. Nag. My sister saw what I was doing and hissed, "It's not him!", the stranger turned around and shrugged. We ran from Le Printemps laughing hysterically and drawing disapproving looks.
Now I see I was doing it wrong. Comedian Oliver Giraud shows how it's done:
Via The Awesomer
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