It works both ways
Ooh la la! After a long hiatus squeamish girl is back. Taking a honeymoon and starting a new job do create time constraints, but here goes:
The other day my husband called out to me from the bathroom, "Cherie d'amour, my skin is falling off"
I think he was calling me in to look, but understandably, I was sincerely apprehensive. "What on earth could he be talking about?", I asked myself.
"Comment?", What? I asked. He said come, come look, his skin was falling off.
I should have gone in to see him sooner. That would have cleared up the confusion. After being severly sunburnt due to 2 hours of snorkeling sans a good sun cream, he was peeling! PEELING!
A bunch of French teenage boys hanging out together muttering a french so heavily peppered with slang that I barely understand. I turned to my husband to say how silly and incredibly informal they seemed, even with the elderly lady that stopped by to ask one of them a question. He replied, "Yes, but often it is really surprising because the same teenager can be so polite when they ask you for a fire"
This says two things about France:
1. Fire is, in my opinion, very inappropriately used to say "light" (very dramatic)
2. Smoking is so socially accepted in France that it is expected that teenagers know how to politely ask for a light from any stranger they may encounter
So you see, the language stuff, It works both ways......