... windy. Broken trees, streets littered with papers, vegetation ... And then, around the corner, this beautiful sight:
That's how bad things got.
Paris ... Welcome back K
It's raining and super wet and humid everywhere. I am going to hate the next 10 days [all just raining and grey as predicted by the weather channel.]
My first ride back on the metro went like this:
Random old woman [whom I will call TOB as in; The Old Bag] gets on the already overcrowded metro. Both my purse and my computer hang from my shoulder.
TOB:
You could lower your bag down on the ground it takes less room.
Me:
No, I am not doing that, no way. Not moving it down.
TOB:
It would take less room you know...
Me: [Thinking: Are you insane? What do you want from me B?....]
No, I don't want to lower my bag, it's just inviting pickpockets to go ahead and have a good time with my cash.
TOB:
No one is going to steal it, you're just lowering it down.
Me: [Thinking: Listen Lady ... Your naivete is touching, but you're starting to piss me off]
I don't know why you're insisting, there's no way in hell I am EVER going to let my bag down.
TOB:
Well, there's no need to be rude about it.
Me: [Thinking: Fuuuuuuuuuck me!]
Listen, you asked me, I am answering you, now deal with it.
Weird.
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