The time I went to McDonald's in Paris

After a long 24 hour flight from Australia to Paris and having been awake for 36 hours straight, all I wanted was a shower and sleep. As it was only 3pm Paris time, I had a shower, settled in and chanted the words "I can't believe I'm in Paris!" over and over until I got hungry. So, what other solution was there but to go to the most culinarily refined restaurant one could find in France... where else but McDonald's?

In my sleepy state, I wandered into a McDonald's that was a few minutes walk from my hostel and looked at the menu. Moving from the Big Mac, to BEER (what?!), I finally saw what I wanted...

... And then my delirious mind started freaking out:

How do I say "McChicken?" Do I say it in my English accent or do I say it in a French accent and feel like a total idiot when it's an English word and I can say it perfectly fine with my English accent? DILEMMA! 

I eventually decided that I should say it the "French way" and failed horribly because I had no idea how to say it in the French accent. After giving me a quick strange look, the cashier was nice enough not to laugh in my face and continued to take my order as if nothing had happened.

Not only had I failed to order properly, but as I went to leave, I encountered a 'pseudo step.' You know those steps that are so tiny you don't really see them, but they're big enough so if you don't see them you'll trip. Guess what I did?

I tripped and fell flat on my face in the middle of McDonald's. I got up as quickly as I could, looked around to see if anyone had seen me and got out of there as quickly as humanly possible.

What a great first introduction to France!

Have any of you had a similar experience? Let me know in the comments below!