Spartan is in Montreal on business. So I call his room this morning and he answers the phone in a very cleverly disguised voice - in french! I can play too, thought I - seeing as how I'm the one that actually took French in school.
The conversation proceeds as follows (please excuse the incorrect spelling etc - my french is rusty);
Cleverly disguised Spartan - "Oui?"
Me - *supressed giggle* "Bonjour, comment cava?"
Cleverly disguised Spartan - "Bonjour. Cava Bien. *insert some impressive made up french garble here*"
Me - (thinking I'm OH so funny and the entire time trying to come up with something french to say back) "Voulez vous couchez avec moi se soir, mon chere?"
Cleverly disguised Spartan - "Pardon?"
Me - (I'm so winning this) "Oui, se soir, dans ton chambre, d'accord? ***pause***J'adore toi!"
Cleverly disguised Spartan - "*insert a whole wack of very convincing excited french garble here*"
Wait... um. That sounds kind of real. Oh. No.
me - "This isn't Spartan cleverly disguising his voice - is it?"
The man on the phone who certainly isn't Spartan - "*something very quick and very much in real french"
me - "I am so sorry" *furious blushing* "wrong room". *click*
So children of the blog, the lesson I have taken away from this morning is - do not call a place where they speak another language before you've had your coffee. It pays to be awake so you actually know who you are speaking to. Also --- stick with your first instinct... if it doesn't sound like Spartan and is speaking a different language... it likely isn't him. That poor poor man. Probably some french diplomat or something. Well... at least he'll have a funny story for his wife. Or maybe not. LOL. I'm going back to bed.