I bought quite a bit of wine for Thanksgiving and had it delivered (that is something I love about Paris!). The delivery man arrived very late, nearly nine o'clock in the evening, and brought the boxes upstairs and into my kitchen on a dolly like this.
"Aren't you the propriétaire of the store?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes, and my partner and I do all the deliveries too," he said. "You'd think with such a high unemployment rate we'd be able to find someone to deliver. We have tried for so long, but each time we hire someone on a temporary contract, he is not correct. And yet it's not a hard job. It's unbelievable how people don't want to work in this country."
"Well, at least you have a ... a ...." I realized I did not know the French word for "dolly." After all these years.
He laughed. "It's called a diable," he said. "You have a diable in your kitchen!"
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