I'm doing internet work at a really nice café on Avenue Kléber, and one of the managers just told me that I need to work on my French accent - apparently the way I pronounce my vowels are incorrect.
UPDATE: He just made fun of me for not knowing a word. Not sure if he's being obnoxious or is hitting on me.
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