The first French person I ever met was a dickhead, but all others I met were absolutely fine. I think it's just Parisians who get swamped by retired boomers and snooty middle-class tourists that have just run out of patience. I will now detail my first encounter with a Frenchman.
I was in the middle of Co. Kerry and was basically on the side of a 25 degree hill, surrounded by fields with grass a foot high. I was there with some local guys and we were kicking a battered football around this field 2 miles from anywhere else on the side of a small mountain. Just 4 snotty 10-12 years olds in rags, abandoned as our parents drank themselves to death 2 miles down the road in a pub.
Out of nowhere, this smartly dressed man with a white shirt walks across the field, he's wearing cool sunglasses and has a leather jacket draped over his shoulder. He motions for us to pass him the ball and I do, the ball is a piece of shit and half deflated. He kicks it back to us but with high power and goes over our heads and half way down the hill. Then he gestures something and shouts at us
>OU KICK ZE FUTBALL LIKE EY PIG
then he just fucking walks off down the hill, like a cunt.