Bon Pantalon

I was in Paris recently, reading Dos Passos's The Manhatten Transfer and wearing a pair of Nike windpants. A woman came by and said without a tinge of sarcasm in her voice:

"Bon pantalon."

Bon pantalon? Why would she say that? The waiter slapped me upside the head.

"She said 'Nice pants'."

I stood up and threw my water in his face.

"Oui, je comprend francais, fuck face."

He apologized and brought me my bill. All things considered, I gave him a 15% tip.