Jmoore

Jmoore

On a cruise, I was assigned to a table with a suave older French gentleman
in the dress uniform of the Foreign Legion. The first nite out, this fellow
rose as I began to sit down at the table, bowed slightly and said "Bon
appetit".

I sort-of came to a position of what could best be called the military
version of attention, and said, "Jimmy Moore", thinking he was introducing
himself to me.

The next morning at breakfast, the exact same ceremony was again repeated.
Well, not being familiar with French customs, I sought out a friend of
mine, also on board, and described the incidents to her.

She said, "You big dummy! 'Bon appetit' isn't the guy's name; he's wishing
you have a pleasant meal by saying 'good appetite'".

Well, needless to say, I felt pretty embarrassed, as well as quite the
country bumpkin. So, I arrived early for lunch. As soon as I saw him
nearing the table, I leaped up, bowed as gracefully as I knew how, and said
"Bon appetit".

The Frenchman quickly clicked his heels together, came to full attention,
saluted smartly and said, "Jimmy Moore."
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