I'm still laughing so hard that I can barely breath, let alone type.

So, being cheeky as I sometimes get when I'm in a good mood, I answer the phone in a non-standard manner by saying "Bonjour." No call display since I was upstairs but I fugred, who could possibly be phoning me that wouldn't be likely to understand my playing.

National Census Agency.

Taking a poll on the English and French language usage.

Nope, I'm not making this up.

I had to suppress my shock and surprise before interrupting the French dialogue I was eventually going to have to respond to. I laughed really really hard when he re-introduced himself in English. He apologized to me because he thought I'd answered in French. I confessed that I had. It confused him, the poor sot. And I laughed some more. In fact, I think I giggled through the whole call. I felt obliged to answer his questions after confusing him so badly. He actually asked me twice during the call why I'd answered in French. Ummmm... All I could come up with was that I was being cheeky.

My tummy hurts from laughing so hard.