The French (Foreign Country setting)

The French had just been eliminated from the world cup and city moral was low. But there I was, combing my moustache in the mirror of my bike and practicing my French laugh. I was racing through the back streets of Paris on my way to get a croissant from the deli. I pull up outside and walk up to the counter, with a smirk on my face I joke “What do you call a Frenchman in the final stages of the World Cup?” “A Referee” I added.