Practicing

"Je pratique mon français avec vous," I say to the gentleman on the other end of the line. His English is about as good as my French (which is to say, not very) but we're both doing our best to communicate.

By the end of our conversation I've broken a sweat, but I feel like I've managed to get us set up for getting a ride from the airport when we arrive.

But then, after correcting myself yet again while trying to tell him our flight number, he stops me, saying apologetically, "Téléphone a cette nombre en deux minutes et parler au directeur, sil vous plais."