Nothing particularly unusual about this until from across the bar some evidently drunk German fucker (or Germanic, as he denied later being a German proper) who I had seen in this bar now and again - a long termer or an Expat - called out asking my why I insisted on working at the bar.

Now, being in a sporting mood, I merely said, "Well New York never sleeps, and having a deadline and needing some alcohol, why not?" Should have ended the convo. However, no, our German(ic) fellow then proceeded to harangue me about how awful it was that I felt it necessary to show off (his words in fact - of course this is all in French). Really quite a queer conversation which bemused the other patrons - all businessmen, French largely - with this fellow barking on and me responding now and again with what I suppose were somewhat snide mocking of his drunking banging on.

The most peculiar part of the entire portion of this little bizarre scene was being accused of being, and I quote, "a typical French snob."

I have to say I have never before been accused of being typically French. It moderately offended me.