OK, several years ago Mom, my aunt and one of my cousins went to Europe, our first stop was Paris. That first night we went down one side of the street and back up hitting every side walk café and having drinks at each one.

At the last one we decided to have dinner and Mom liked the carafe that the wine came in and offered to buy it. (for the record I thought it was ugly, but she was sloshed and thought it was pretty

) They said no. Well, Mom didnt like that answer soooo after we proceeded to empty it, my cousin put it in her bag.

The waiter comes back and notices the carafe is missing. We play all dumb, like oh the bus boy must have taken it.

The waiter gets the owner of the place who proceeded to yell at us in a mix of English and French, finally chasing us through the place yelling at what I am sure were French profanities and calling us crazy Americans. My Aunt who was beyond drunk starts pleading with them not to throw us in the Bastille.
Definitely one of my familys prouder moments.