This is about the middle-aged (+) women that work in the café at the Ereve. Joy is the most bitter, mean, and downright scary woman that has ever served coffee and Hope is her colleague and partner in crime. We gave them these nicknames out of sheer irony; I can’t count the number of times I have been scolded by her because I didn’t have exact change, or didn’t grab a tray for my coffee, or stayed at a table too long. Anyway, she has become someone to fear.
The other day, I went to the counter to order a coffee and was incorporated into their conversation, as though we were friends!!! I can’t tell you how strange it was. It went something like this (all in French obviously):
HOPE: Oh no! It looks like your necklace is bleeding onto your sweatshirt!
JOY: What? (French guttural noise) I can’t believe it!
HOPE (to me): What do you think?
ME (bewildered): Oh no, yes I think the red cord is bleeding onto your sweatshirt.
HOPE: Was it expensive?
JOY (while taking off the necklace): It was six euros poorly spent.
HOPE (nodding towards me): Thats too bad
ME: Yes, its really too bad.
JOY: Well I’ll just put it in my pocket.
HOPE: But it might dye your pocket red.
JOY: Well, it doesn’t matter if the inside of my pocket is red, does it?! No one will see it!
Since this encounter, she has smiled at me (TWICE!) and wished me two “bonne après-midi (have a nice afternoon!)” and one “bon week-end (have a nice weekend!).”
Things have really changed for the better between Joy and I. This looks like the start of a beautiful friendship… lol
By the way, I’ve been meaning to show you all a picture of the “to-go cups” here. This is exactly what they look like, no joke! Aren’t they presh?! :D