One of the very first French words I learned when I came to France was, "Zut".
Simply, because Yann's mom said it often enough. The way she said it, and when she would say it,
I figured it had to be a polite sort of replacement for a bad word.
And since I swear (such a bad habit of mine) I thought maybe I could say, "zut" instead of the other
colorful words that pop out of my mouth. Unfortunately, ZUT never made it out of my mouth.
Yann, on the other hand, is the master of not swearing or using slang words. Thankfully, when we first met he didn't speak English.
And well, as you know, I didn't speak French, so my swearing was not a deal-breaker in our relationship, and when we finally understood that our
vocabulary choices were vastly different from each other's it was zut too late.
(These gilded wooden letters belong to my friend Delphine.)
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