The other day, a fairly clean teenage girl was standing in the typical Parisian panhandling position at the halfway point along the metro steps. At first glance, she appeared not to be homeless, but the cup in front of her and the fact that she was standing on the outdoor metro steps on a cold December day indicated otherwise.
A young man, perhaps seventeen, approached the metro entrance. Dressed in a fashionable Nike get-up, complete with Frenchie-style scarf, he walked briskly while smoking a joint. As he came to the halfway point down the stairs, he turned abruptly to the young lady and held out remaining half of the joint. As she took it, he bowed his head, tipped his baseball hat, and went on his way. No words.
Oddly charming in its own little way.
Hee! Le Wife usually chastises me for using the term referencing anyone and anything from the soverign nation of France, but I think I have new clout after her sissy used it in print, well, in pixels anyway! "Frenchie-style scarf"
- Andrew
You can exted that to "Frenchie-style" anything, really. Can't you?
Frenchie-style haircut, Frenchie-style shoes, Frenchie-style arrogant manner.
No?