I'm at work and our shop is called Maison De (our last name) and this middle aged white lady said we NEEDed to redo our exterior because we don't look "bakery-ish enough" to her and I told her it's because we're mostly a salon de thé, not a bakery, and then she said "well you bake things though, but not a whole lot clearly" (we almost sold out the first batch before noon today because it was INSANE) and then she was whining about there not being any eclair (yikes) and for the grand finale I give her the card and she tries pronouncing the name "My ass on dee catsea mew" and then she asked me very loudly "what's a my ass on" and I had to explain that's how you say house in french and that's the story of how I thought I was probably having a stroke at work
