-You're at a restaraunt with friends and instead of freaking out when you see a mouse run across the floor you just put your feet up for the rest of the night.
In the US, I would have called the manager, asked for my food to be comped, and left immediately. Here we just informed the serveuse, to which she shrugged her shoulders and said "What, you want me to catch it with my bare hands?" and walked away. We (my sister, Sam, Sarah, and I) just laughed it off. Anyone else have a similar experience? (not necessarily with a mouse but an "Only in France" experience?