The biggest fight that I have ever had with my wife in over six years of marriage was over my personal French Boycott. She had gone shopping and brought back some wine which happened to be made in France. She opened it before I knew what it was, and I asked her to pour it down the drain.
Of course, my wife knows me well, and she knows how much it would kill me to watch good booze destroyed. But, we went back and forth over it and she finally poured it down the drain, looking me in the eye the whole time. She thought I was crazy. Pouring out wine that was paid for and opened. According to her, I wasn't hurting France by pouring it out. She still thinks I make a big deal out of nothing.
I don't think that I can drink French wine and, to me, it doesn't matter whether it hurts France or not. I don't want to experience the after-taste of duplicitousness and deceit. I have my principles. I have my reasons. To put it succinctly, they, the French, suck.
So, a few days ago, I am in La Perla. It's a lingerie store and it has really nice lingerie. While I'm in the store, I have this great little number picked out for Mrs. Blackfive. I try not to grin like an idiot as I bring it to the register.
That's when I notice the label.
It's. In. French.
* sigh * The things I do because of those French bastards.
Then I read it: "Produit d'Italie"
Yes, sweet mother of god, it's made in Italy! I love Italy!!!!!!
Blackfive to sales girl: "Um, La Perla is Italian, right?"
Sales girl: "Yes sir, Bologna."
Blackfive: "Then, can you tell me why it has a French label?"
Sales girl: "I don't know. Maybe it's restocked or a return?"
Good enough for me. Ring it up, sister!