The word is fairly innocuous in English but is sometimes used, not by me, obviously, as a vulgar description of the female pudenda.
Now that I have whetted your interest, or weeded out those of you who have no wish to be further sullied, I will tell you the story.
A week ago, one of the aides soignante, Perrine, who speaks a little broken English, asked me in French if there was a ‘boite’ she could use to keep together Fran’s various tubes, brushes and potions etc… As I rarely chuck anything away I have a wide range of such things and produced a small one just right for the purpose. It was duly charged and placed on a shelf in her bedroom.
I was also asked to get a particular cream from the pharmacy with an ordonnance from the doctor, which I duly did, and placed it in the receptacle previously mentioned. Yesterday Perrine arrived with Melodie and they set about their tasks of looking after Fran while I, and Christine, the aide from the other organisation who was still here, chatted away to each other in the salle, in English of course. Soon
the other 2 came into the room and Perrine asked me if I had indeed brought the cream. Momentarily forgetting to switch back to French I said ‘yes, it is in your box’.
Before I could correct myself to speak in French there was an ear splitting scream of feined insult and outrage from Perrine who simultaneously dissolved into helpless laughter. ‘My box?’ she cried, ‘MY box?’ clutching her lower abdomen. Christine and I could not believe our ears but then could not resist, for we both understood the reference, displaying the same mirth, more in surprise that a foreigner had taken, what would otherwise to us be an innocent remark, to be used in its lowest form of vulgarity.
After they had gone and we had re-composed ourselves we wondered if, while the word ‘boite’ to a French person meant just that, but in French vulgar slang when the English word was used, it meant something quite different.
So what say others and we all know who this is aimed at really, don’t we @vero ?
Finally, if any young, or old, innocent does not know what the hell I am talking about, I could relate a very vulgar joke prevalent in Australia after 1967 when the then Prime Minister, Harold Holt, disappeared presumed drowned. But I will desist unless pressed.