A study break yesterday evening found me in the basement of a Latin bar near the Bataclan. There were tickets. There was booze. There was a guy who asked me a question. (If it’s in italics, it happened in French.)
Guy: Does your ticket get you a fish?
Me: Excuse me?
Guy: One ticket, one fish?
Guy: [Points at my beer] A fish. Is your ticket for getting a fish?
Me: [Looking at my beer, lights go on] Yes, your ticket gets you a drink. [Hiding my head in my hands, off to the bathroom to cry all alone]
- le poisson: fish.
- la boisson: drink.