Last summer, DH and I spent a weekend in a small town for one of his sports meets. It was a typical small town: one grocery store, one gas station, a few motels, and about four bars. While in our motel’s breakfast room, I was chatting with some of DH’s teammates. Everyone else in the breakfast room was from the team except for one couple, who were conversing with each other in French. As I was leaving the breakfast room, we all said the usual “Bye”, “See you at the site”, etc. Just as I was about to go out the door, I turned around, looked at the couple, smiled and said, “Au revoir”. The French-speaking couple looked quite shocked and said, “Au revoir!” The looks on their faces were priceless.