With one thing and another, my father is often called upon to visit hospitals. The Bons Secours hospital presents particular difficulties, as he pointed out to me, because when he phones for a taxi to go to out patients, he gives the name the full French flourish and the dispatcher is baffled and then goes, “Oh you mean the BONS!”
Reminds me of the French textbook (essentially just a vocabulary list) Mot à Mot. I went into my local independent bookshop (remember them?) to order a copy. The woman behind the desk looked nonplussed. Long pause. “Oh, you mean MOTT!”
As in rhymes with hot.
Mot of course. Slang for girlfriend in Dublin. Mysteriously. Also rhymes with hot.