At one point the teacher, Alexandra, was drawing a little house on the board, to illustrate the non-reflexive verbs that have être rather than avoir as an auxiliary verb:

I looked around to see the other four students with the same blissed-out expression on their faces. An expression that I, naturally, shared. And I thought to myself - "these are my people".
It was a beatific experience. Why can't the rest of life be as much fun?
As icing on the cake, I just found this delightful Alamo version on google images:

If you don't LOVE that picture, then this is not the post for you.
The Plain People of Ireland: "Maison d'être", eh? Begob, but I bet that's a pun on the phrase "raison d'être".
ReplyDeleteWhipping Cats Management: Amazing! Just when I've totally given up on ye, ye manage to come up with a semi-astute comment. Credit where credit is due.
PPoI (preening visibly): Not to be confused, of course, with "raisin d'être", a popular ice-cream flavour among them existential types that to be hanging out in them cafes in the Latin Quarter.
WC management (suppressing a giggle): OK, that's quite enough of that. Maybe ye should quite while ye're ahead.