Friends are arriving this week with a 5 yr old. I was on the bus today and saw a cute little girl. I wondered how old she was… 4? 5? I am not good at kids’ ages. I was trying to compare her to the little girl flying over.
My French is improving. And shop workers are complimenting me often. So I was brave enough to ask. Politely I said excuse me Madame. I have a question. How old is your little child?
OMG. I guess she was German not French. And she took total offense. I have no idea what she thought I had said. I spoke quietly. Politely. Even smiled.
She glared at me the rest of the trip. Even called me something that I think meant stupid Swede. One time I caught her eye and I looked away and slightly shook my head. Wondering what the heck was going on? How and why was I misunderstood? And she told me off. I just shrugged my shoulders. Finally we got to her stop and she got off with the little girl and turned and made a parting crack.
It was sad. I wished I spoke German. I didn’t mean to ruin her day. But she allowed it to happen.
Guess I will make sure the person speaks French before I ask anything in the future.