(Let me just clarify that this picture has nothing to do with this entry, it's just that it felt really awkward eating while these men were looking at me like this. Haha)
When we were in Singapore last summer, I met and (actually) spoke to a French dude from, well, France. I met him while we were having breakfast and we had a little chitchat about the weather and about his trip as I am, by nature, very talkative (then, I hadn't realized his nationality). I noticed his very thick accent though, but found it rude to ask where he's from (no, that's not weird)
So anyway, we were having a great time buttering our toasts when Ptr. John (who was part of the entourage) decided to join us and ask him what I couldn't. To my surprise, he told us he's French. And this is how it went down... (For your benefit, dialogues are in italics)