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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...

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I have been very behind on a lot of things lately, including a zillion or so emails I haven't replied to.  It has made me feel extremely unreliable, so I had a very welcome compliment from a friend today.  I was chatting with The Redhead, and she said: "You are so reliable that if it was 4:30 in the morning and I needed someone to come over and help me dispose of a dead body, you would be the first person I'd call."  Awwwww!  So sweet!!! 

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I was out with my friend Hippie Chick and she was telling me about her husband and how fantastic he is (awww!).  This is how she put it: "Yeah, he's great.  In fact, all my friends are lined up waiting for me to die so that they can get a shot at him."  Now that's romance, people. Hee!

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I was on the Metro last week with my friend Miss RA, who is sweet and ladylike and from South Carolina, hence still has a bit of a southern accent (all of which is important for you to know before reading this quote in order for you to picture it correctly).  

Anyway, it was about 29 degrees Celcius in Paris that day and it was very hot and unpleasant on the train.  And out of the blue, my sweet, ladylike friend turns to me and drawls: "You know what I hate about the Metro?  Every so often, you just get a whiff of ass."   Hee!  I don't believe I've ever heard it put it like that (especially with the southern accent, which just makes it more awesome), but she's not wrong, unfortunately, the Metro can be a rather smelly place...