Observations from a half-fried, half-Chinese, half-Australian American.

I used to work at the Chicken Kitchen in Miami (I think it later became Starr’s Chicken Grill or something). Most of the staff were Haitian or Guyanese immigrants. I was studying French in school at the time and my Haitian co-workers spoke creole. One co-worker, Franz, seemed to have a knack to seduce women. Hoping to pick his brain for secrets on how to sweet-talk a girl, I asked him for a sample of his persuasive prose. He produced the following for me on a scrap of notepaper:

C’est avec un coeur recuplis de joie et d’allegresse et que je propite aujourd’hui de vous dire quelque chose,

je t’aime mon amour,

et je t’adore,

parce que hier je t’aime aujourd’hui je t’adore demain se sera pour toujours pour toujours;

si je pourrais dis l’amour que j’avais dans mon coeur pour vous,

cette journee ne sera pas suffisante.