A few years ago, I was waiting for a subway when an exasperated woman suddenly asked me for directions. She spoke with a thick accent, perhaps Texan. I think she wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower.
I didn’t answer right away and she immediately showed signs of impatience. I guess she wanted to immerse herself in our culture, so she decided to be even ruder than a Parisian.
But that’s impossible. We’re the best at being assholes. Every time a tourist tried to do this kind of contest with us, he lost. I seriously considered sending her in the opposite direction.