A phrase taught to me by my little buddy from Marseilles and one that I was very grateful for. We, as a conglomerate of love, had run out of cigarettes. A foolish oversight granted, but snigger over your empty box of All Bran and let's see how funny you find it.
Anyway, I decided to brave the rain and go to the night-shop to purchase more cigarettes. A simple enough task one might think - walk to shop, avoid rain, buy ciggies and back home. I achieved the first bits ok, got to the said night-shop and then WHAM. Not the band - but a pussy of police (that's the plural). Yep, those mother-fuckers with the guns and an attitude problem. Every person in the shop is up against the wall, apart from the police because they have guns and bullets etc.
"OH PUTAIN !!" I exclaimed in my best Gothic whisper (rather loudly).
Every eye in the shop turned to look at me. "Monsieur?" said the assistant quivering. "Trois Marlboro lights si tu pait" I replied, too pissed to examine the evidence before my eyes.
The nearest policeman said nothing but motioned the assistant toward the counter with his gun. "Pas de sac merci" I said paying and heading for the door "Et bon soiree" I added before leaving a tout vitesse.
The person entering as I was leaving was immediately ushered against the wall by the police. I wobbled off dialing mi Mariposa to say "Weird as fuck what just happened and.....erm, I think I'm lost".
Funny old game this 'cops and robbers' thing.........