Everyday for the past 8 months I have gone to the L'Etoile Manquante to get a café and read at the zinc bar. I am always polite with my “bonjour monsieur”, “au revoir Monsieur”, “S’il vous plait” and “Merci”. Yesterday, after saying my usual hello, the bartender looked at me and after a moment of thoughtful consideration he walked over, said “bonjour” and…. shook my hand.
In my mind the café became dead quiet -you could hear a pin drop. Suddenly everyone in the café stood and began applauding. A spotlight hit me. I blushed and fanned myself with my hands but that couldn’t keep the tears from welling up. I accepted his handshake as though I were accepting the Miss Teen U.S.A crown.
I shook his hand as I left, trying not to appear too pleased with myself.
11 comments:
That's so cool!
You were never Miss Teen USa...
that's wonderful! congratulations.
Miss congeniality? ( just kidding )
I could have been Miss Teen USA but I was too busy competing as a "mathlete"
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I love this post. I just do.
You made it! Consider yourself accepted.
'Tis a momentous occasion, isn't it, the passing from Just A Customer to A Regular Worthy Of A Handshake. Congratulations.
I can SO picture this. I have seen many of these bartender handshakes go down, but I have never participated in one. You lucky bastard.
I walked by l'Etoile Manquante today and thought that it looked like a nice café, little did I realize that it was "your" café. Congratulations on being a regular in a café in Paris.
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