Don't bother me with your orange juice

I was in my early 20s, waiting for a train in a Paris Metro station. Two men with questionable motives were looking at me and whispering back and forth to each other. I rolled my eyes and looked away. One of them approached me, saying, Excusez-moi, je vous dérange ? I repeated back what I thought I heard him say, Excusez-moi, du jus d'orange ?, thinking, why is he asking me if I want some orange juice? He chuckled and repeated his question. This time I understood that he asked me if he bothered me, but I didn't have to answer as my train arrived and I quickly boarded.

Sent by: Lauri

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