How to Hate the French, in Five Easy Steps:
Day 1 in Paris: Yee Haw! Away with the Missus for 6 days in France, no kids! Bring on the Bordeaux.
Day 2 in Paris: Man, this city really knows how to live. The food, the shops, and museums. Beautiful. Just wish they didn't smoke so much.
Day 3 in Paris: My feet are tired, and I think I've seen most of the city. Still beautiful. Getting a little tired of being bullied by Parisian service providers. I know they speak English, so why make me struggle with French. They're enjoying this.
Day 4 in Paris: What's wrong with these people? What did I do to piss them off? I've been nothing but kind and demure. And then I have to sit through this dinner with this condescending, detestable Parisian and his philosophical rants about the "nose of the wine" and "presentation of the food" and how those are somehow French concepts that are completely foreign to Americans.
Day 5 in Paris: The only problem with France is the French.
