I’m usually a very reasonable and flexible person, but I have really enjoyed these last few days. There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with sitting on all the aces and be pissed off enough to display a complete unwillingness to compromise.
I can understand now why the French take so much pride in defending themselves profusely against any minor perceived injustice. I have many times watched in awe as my friend the Queen of Lyon has argued the tiniest little detail (from the amount of the bill, wrinkles in a shirt etc) with waiters, shopkeepers, ticket sales persons etc. My general attitude has always been that unless it’s a really big deal and costing you large amounts of money, just let it go!
Upon reflection though, I have decided that the Queen of Lyon and her fellow froggies are on to something. The drama that comes with getting angry and argue your point, gives you a real nice adrenalin boost! From now on I intend to carry around a bag full of half-rotten tomatoes that I can, in true French spirit, launch at the next waiter who argues with me over the quality of the wine.