So we walk into the pool area and he starts looking around at all the hedges.
So I'm like, “May I ask what this is about?” and he chuckles and says, “The guy across the street called the station because he says you skinny-dip every morning, and, well... not to put too fine a point on it, but he’s sick of seeing you naked.”
Well, you could've knocked me over with a feather. I wasn't offended — I was more confused than anything; how in the world could anybody possibly see me with all these hedges? And the police officer was visibly as confused as I was.
“Officer, look around. There’s no way anybody can see me. Was he drunk when he called?”
So he’s like, “Beats me. I’m going to talk to him next. I just wanted to check the place out and get the lay of the land before I head over there.”
A half hour later, he was back.
When I first arrived in Paris, it took me a couple of days to get the lay of the land. Now I can go anywhere on the metro just like a native.
When my cake won the baking contest, I was happy, sure, but I was more surprised than anything; I thought some of the other cakes looked so much better than mine. But I guess it came down to taste in the end. And mine slapped!