hey, Jealousy

Over dinner tonight Boyfriend's mom told us about the last time she spent in Paris- marred by the singui-lingual train stations and cold winter nights. "I have a story that can cheer you up," I told her, "Once I stayed at a 1-star hotel in the prostitute part of the city. The room was really basic, just a bed and a toilet and a sink- no shower or anything, but I was able to use the sink to wash my hair and to sponge bathe at the end of the evening since it was pretty low to the ground, even though it didn't have any hot water. It got water on the ground everywhere, but you know the French don't use curtains, so I figured, hell, this is a 1-star hotel, they can't expect me to be neat, right? And then one day I came home and there was a note on my door in French that said, "We regret to inform you ma'am that you have been misusing the bidet. You may retrieve the keys to the shower at the reception at any time." 

The BFD took a swig of beer and said, "That's another way to get shitfaced. Thank you for sharing."