Francesca in France

When at work, at times I got to answer calls.

Riiiing, (telephone rings)
Me: Residence des Smiths...Bonjour?
Sir: Madame est la? (Is Madame home?)
Me: No Sir, she went to the Hairdresser.
Sir: Okey, I kill her later eheste, call her later.

Hirap mag English ang isang French!
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We are discussing divorce and annulment in Europe.

Madame : So it is very difficult to get a divorce in your country Phils?
Me: Yes Madame.
Madame: In here you just go to the court, get a lawyer, then file a case, later in six months you got the divorce.
Sagot ni Sir: Sa Switzerland, three months. And the reason of the Swiss husband is , his wife cooks too much Arabic food, Cous Cous!
Me: What is it?
Sir: Arabic food, corn rice, with tomatoe sauce and saussages and fried chicken combined all together in the plate.

Dapat lang i divorce! Sa dinami dami ng masarap sa Switzerland, Cous cous pa ang ihanda!
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One time madame is screaming in the bedroom.
I ran and checked:
She said: Is these the things taken from my husbands' luggages when he traveled from Brazil?

Me: No Madame, that panty and bra are yours, I made a mistake I put them in his closet, istead of yours. hehehehe.

(muntik na ako mag cause ng divorce nila!)
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When too much ironing and less time i have to be in a hurry.
When I come back the next day, Madame is showing me some of her husbands' Poloshirts, one sleeve is not ironed.
Ngyaiks, pano nga naman masuot yon?
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Sa dami ng gagawin, sabay pa darating ang order na groceries. So lagay sa mga closet at ref.
Lagay din ako ng mga naka tetra pack solo orange juices.Aalisin ko yong plastic non, hiwain ng kutsilyo.
Madalian, wala na time, uwian na.
Next day nasa office table ni Madame, letter to the grocery shop.
Yong naka tetra pack na juices, biyak ang box pag deliver, three boxes of ten each.
Kaya she complain via letter to have it returned and replaced.
Deadma ang grocery shop after three days, di sinagot ang demand letter.

Later kaya pala biyak lahat, pag hiwa ko pala ng plastic covers, sabay sa tetra na hihiwa.

Kasalanan ng kutsilyo. Masyadong matalim, sabi ko kay Madame.hehehe
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Once, sinabi niya plantsahin ko raw in low heat yong leather jacket niya na biege, but with artistic design at the back.
Roberto Cavalli ang tatak!
75, 000 pesos sa pera natin.
Sabi ko di pwede plantsahin dahil skin leather na super nipis ang material.
Ayaw makinig.
Pinalantsa ko nga.
Sunog!
Hysterical si Madame.
Tapon na raw, ayaw niya makita!

Nasa akin ngayon yong jacket.

Memorable remembrance, hehehehe
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Gigil na gigil si Madame, hindi mahanap ang garage (parking) card.
Lalabas siya, nakafur coat and kontodo bihis, tapos hindi niya ma out of parking ang kotse, kasi yong chips card to open the garage door, dala ni Sir.
Si Sir, nasa Espagna!

Maktol ni Madame:
Dalawa naman ang parking card na yan, kung bakit,pati yong sa kotse ko, dala dala nya!
Me: Kamamadali siguro Madame!Nadampot yong sa iyo?
Madame: Next time, kabitan ko ng electrical ground yong card, makita niya! Bzzzzkt!
Di makoryente siya, di na niya madala.

What a couple.