\”Pierre, an expensively attired middle-aged French tourist on his first trip to Toronto strolls into the
bar of his 5-star hotel. The elegant hostess smiles, leads him to a table and beckons her prettiest
server to take care of him. They talk, flirt a little and she giggles a bit. When he draws her closer and whispers in her ear, she gasps and runs away.
The hostess frowns then sends a more experienced waitress to the gentleman’s table.They talk, flirt a little and giggle a bit. He whispers in her ear and she too screams, “No!” and walks away quickly.
The hostess is surprised … . Rather than alienate a high-powered customer, she asks Lucille, her seen-it-all, heard-it-all bartender, to take his order. They talk, flirt a little and Lucille even giggles a bit. When he whispers in her ear, she screams, “NO WAY, BUDDY!” then smacks him as hard as she can and leaves.
The hostess is now intrigued, having seen nothing like this in all her years working in bars. … Besides, she has to find out what this man wants that makes her girls so angry. … So she goes to Pierre’s table, wishes him a pleasant evening and tells him she’ll personally take care of his needs. … They flirt a little, giggle a bit and talk. Pierre leans forward and whispers in her ear, “Can I pay in Euros?”\”