So we're having lunch at this little restaurant (I'd like to say it was a quaint little French cafe but it wasn't. It's was a pizza joint but we were tired and hungry and it was there.) and Sam needed to use the bathroom. He walked inside the restaurant and asked the waitress where it was. She answered in French but with universal hand signals so he was fine.
Me, "did you find it?"
Sam, "yeah, I went downstairs and found the door marked 'Homies'"
John, "that's Hommes, it means 'men'"
Sam, <shrug> "eh"
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