This is a true story. My sister and I spent two weeks in Paris. The locals 
obviously hated Americans -- no matter where we went, we were subject to 
rude behavior from waiters, store clerks, pedestrians, etc. After a while 
it started to irritate us. 

One day, in Paris, my sister went shopping. She entered a store and 
started looking around. She was the only customer in the store. As she was 
looking through the clothes on the rack, a clerk hurriedly approached her 
and very abruptly asked if he could help her. 

My sister was used to this bad treatment by now and she politely declined 
his help. She continued to look at the clothes. Then she noticed that 
every clerk in the store was staring at her. 

Defiantly, she continued to look through the clothes. When she could take 
this treatment no longer, she turned on her heels, with her head held 
high, and left the shop. 

As she left, she noticed that the sign on the store read...."DryCleaners."