Leisurely service is a good thing in restaurants; there is nothing worse than being hustled to finish a good meal quickly (except, maybe, a bad meal).
Elsewhere, not so much.
And while the French tend to operate reasonably efficiently when you're standing in front of them -- walk into a store and you will be waited on promptly -- behind the scenes, it's another story.
You may remember that I needed to call the cable guy when I moved in because the Internet wasn't working. He came in mid-September, fixed a broken wire in the jack, and in passing noted that the set-top box was old and offered to get me a new one. It would be ready in a few weeks and the company would e-mail me directions on where to pick it up.
A "few" in French apparently means seven or eight, as I just got the thing today.
And it's even worse when the government is involved. I applied for my work visa in June, came here to live full-time in August and was told just yesterday that the visa is now ready for me to pick up -- at the French consulate in New York.
At least it will make a nice souvenir.
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