Living in France as a foreigner requires a certain degree of adaptation to the French way of doing things but when a delivery driver called me one day because he wanted to find out where exactly my house is located and ended up shouting at me that I was annoying him, making him drive in circles and that I don’t even know where I live, that took living in France to a whole new level of new experiences.
I told him to keep the parcel and he asked whether I was refusing the delivery. I said yes, I am refusing the delivery because he was incredibly rude and I wanted to end the call.
He called back 10 minutes later saying we had gotten off on the wrong foot and could I guide him to my house. I did. And then he had the nerve to say: “see, I had already nearly figured it out all by myself”. Argh. But I had to chuckle.
