I was walking around outside the Passage Vivienne with a friend when we saw a really interesting shop full of stuffed animals. We asked if it was connected with Deyrolles, a famous stuffed animal shop, and were told that it wasn’t a museum. I asked if all of the animals were real and the sales lady gave a big sigh-she gave big sighs the whole time we were in there-and said she didn’t have time to answer our questions. I hope she wasn’t the owner as I don’t think she will be in business long. She acted like we were really bothering her. The shop had all sorts of stuffed animals from a lion, to the top part of a giraff, to many birds. I took a couple of photos inside and the rest of the window. I didn’t even get the name of the shop.
I had another occurrence of rudeness the other day. I went into my local pharmacy to get a prescription filled. While there I decided to get a medicine that helps hot flashes. I had an older woman helping me who, up until this day, had always seemed rather friendly. I totally blanked out on the name of what I wanted so I said, “It begins with the letter M, it’s homeopathic, it’s for hot flashes and the box is lavender and white.” I thought that was a lot of clues. I even tried to say what I thought was the name. She acted like she was very insulted and that I was being ridiculous if I thought she could figure out what I wanted. “How could I possibly know what that is? There are hundreds of drugs like that!” I had dealt with an older man in the pharmacy before who was always helpful and nice so I said to her, “He can help me”. She went over and asked him and he knew immediately what I wanted. So why didn’t she? As I have said before, if you can, always get a man to help you when in France, especially if you are a woman. It almost never fails.