After Wednesday's epic snow in Paris, I was more than a little concerned about catching my flight out of town on Thursday. I had planned to walk to Opera and get the bus to the airport (thereby avoiding the hassles - which are many - of taking the Metro with a large suitcase), but since the roads were in complete chaos, I had to take the Metro/RER combo to get out to the airport. The Metro was working fine, and the RER was delayed, slow, very crowded and fairly miserable, but it was worse when we got to the airport with crowds trying to get through the gates into the building. There was a lot of very rude pushing and shoving, and from somewhere to my left, I hear this:
"The next person who pushes me, I'm gonna hit 'em with my cane!" I look over there and see a rather large, extremely sassy, middle-aged African-American lady, who was, indeed, brandishing a cane. I, of course, thought this was completely excellent, but she wasn't done: "I don't want to get all American on y'all, but if I have to, I will!"
I'm not sure words can describe my love for her at that exact moment. Hee! Thinking about that made me giggle my way through a 2.5 hour delay on my flight and it's still cracking me up to write about it...
Brilliant!
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