If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, what about when the imitation is ridiculously bad?
I’ve been eyeing this bag in the local market for months now. I had to have it, if only to post a photo of it. The negotiation to buy it turned out to be pretty amusing, too. If you can call it a negotiation.
Me, standing near the bag which was hanging outside the shop: “S’il vous plaît, j’ai une question.” (Please, I have a question.)
The vendor, standing inside: “Sept mille cinq cent francs.” (about $7.50)
Me, pointing overhead in the general direction of the bag but could have been pointing to at least five other things: “Mais je n’ai pas encore posé la question.” (But, I have not yet asked the question.)
The vendor: “Sept mille francs.” (about $7)
Me, laughing, and resorting to English: “But how do you know which item I’m interested in?”
The vendor: “Ok, ok, cinq mille francs.” (about $5)
Me, proud of my tough bargaining skills: Handing over cinq mille francs.