On Thursday I stopped in my local pharmacy to pick up a prescription, and it went a little something like this...

Me: (in my best be-nice-to-be French) Bon soir Madame Pharmacist! I need this prescription filled please.

Madame Pharmacist: (in rapid fire French) blah blah blah blah blah blah...that's a lot of iron. Are you sure that you need 8 bottles of iron?

Me: Oui! (insert big, please don't ask me more questions because I don't understand you smile)

Madame Pharmacist: I don't think we have that much....blah blah blah....blah blah blah? (smile smile, wink, wink)

(other pharmacists smiling and nodding)

Me: Oui! (I have no idea what you just asked me, but oui works).

Madame Pharmacist: Oh OK! blah blah blah...congratulations...we'll have to order more...blah blah...pick it up tomorrow. Have a nice night!

Me: Merci, avoir!

It wasn't until later when I replayed the pharmacy conversation in my head that I realized I told them I was going to have a baby. Was that what I said oui to? S*#t! Why can't I learn to listen better?! No, there won't be a bébé in Paris anytime soon--my iron is just that low and I'm finally doing something about it...some people lose things in translation, I apparently gained :)

Bon week-end tout le monde!