Madame, your chicken!
The lady on the table next to us at dinner left the restaurant without her sweater. With all the confidence that comes with years and years of going to France and having a mother who was a French teacher I grabbed it and ran after her calling Vous avez oublié votre poulet ! Even more embarrassing was her painstaking correction and explanation in front of the entire restaurant, that she indeed hasn't forgotten her poulet, chicken, but her pull, sweater.
Sent by: Helen
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