Double Entendre

As I said, it was very warm in Paris on Thursday. That afternoon I was looking for a place to eat lunch when I came upon a Frenchman grilling chicken on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant where he worked. He spoke perfect English and said he had once lived in America for eight years. After placing my lunch order, the conversation naturally turned to the weather. I said to him, "Gee, you must hate working over a hot grill in the summer." Just as I said that, a woman walked by wearing a minuscule halter top exposing some major cleavage. The Frenchman gazed at her while simultaneously turning over pieces of white meat on the grill. Without skipping a beat he said, "To the contrary, Monsieur . I quite enjoy sizzling breasts in the summer."