It was a couple years ago, I saw a man in a beret who had locked himself out of his car, which was a little two door Fiat. He'd left a small dog inside - a little white fluffy thing (bisson frisse?).
In heavy French accent, he's yelling at the dog "open zee door. Open zee door."
The dog is just wagging its tail and has no clue (predictably), yet the French guy just keeps trying over and over to absolutely no effect.
If my husband wasn't there with me, I'd have sworn it was a delusion.
__________________
Live in the moment 
|