(In honour of the French crepe I ate tonight...)
Three Frenchmen were defining savoir-faire. The first said, "If I come home and find my wife in bed with another man, say 'excuse me' and leave, that is savoir-faire."
"No," the second insisted, "If I come home and find my wife in bed with another man and say, 'excuse me, please continue,' that is savoir-faire.
"Au contraire," said the third. "If I come home and find my wife in bed with another man and say, 'excuse me, please continue,' and he CAN continue, then he has savoir-faire."
Three Frenchmen were defining savoir-faire. The first said, "If I come home and find my wife in bed with another man, say 'excuse me' and leave, that is savoir-faire."
"No," the second insisted, "If I come home and find my wife in bed with another man and say, 'excuse me, please continue,' that is savoir-faire.
"Au contraire," said the third. "If I come home and find my wife in bed with another man and say, 'excuse me, please continue,' and he CAN continue, then he has savoir-faire."
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