One of my first and favorite moments in France:
When my stop came around, I quickly gathered my luggage, only to be trapped by everyone else’s luggage that they had so kindly placed in the middle of the walk-way. Hopping over them wouldn’t have been a problem without the extra 120 pounds, but as I didn’t have this luxury, I was pretty much screwed as the train rolled to a stop. However, never underestimate those super-helpful-French-girls. Before I could let loose the stream of cuss words that were just about out of my mouth, one of the girls leaped up, grabbed me and my extra 120 pounds, and launched me across all the luggage, shoving people out of the way and yelling things in French I couldn’t understand. She pushed my 50 pound suitcase out of the train, threw me out right after it, and then turned around and scolded everyone on the train. And all I could say was “merci beaucoup!” as the doors closed. Anyone who says the French are rude and unfriendly haven't been to France.
-T-
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