Dinner Time Conversation

Tonight, Madame started off the conversation telling Monsieur (yes - I call them Madame and Monsieur...) that I'm pissed about the strike (obvi). So he asks if I want him to give me a history lesson.

(all in French, obvi)

Me: (hesitantly) yes....
Monsieur: OK, what time period.
Me: 19th century.
Monsieur: OK, what subsection.
Me: All of it.
Monsieur: All of the 19th century during dinner? Ok...

2 hours later:
Madame: Guillaume! Stop! Michelle, you can tell him that you are bored and want to do other stuff.

2.5 hours later:
Monsieur: I think I'm on the 20th century.
Me: You are! OK, let's stop! The End. BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Monsieur: ...but there's more...
Me: Good Nightttt! (runs out of the kitchen)

This conversation was punctuated by them teaching me how to peel a pear w/ a knife (did you know that touching the knife with your finger whilst peeling is considered declasse?). Call me an ignant Amuuricaan...I never peel my pears...