Yesterday I was on the train home from a friend's house, and since it was after midnight it was filled with drunk people. The trains in Paris close really early, I learned last week after having to take a cab from the Bastille to the 16th (maybe a 25min drive), so it gets a lot of use in its last hour. Besides the people taking pulls from the bottle of whisky (or rum? French rum?) out in the open, there was a group of heavily made up girls taking (attempting to take) photos of each other. One of them dropped her camera and it slid all the way to where I was standing, so I picked it up and gave it to her, eliciting a loud "May-re see bow koop" from it's owner. Ha!
I laughed especially since earlier that day, I was sitting across from a woman on the train, who, after the train went over a bump and my toe just barely tapped the top of her boot, not only turned her feet to the side and gave me a dirty look, but actually took out a tissue and wiped the spot where our boots collided. WE WERE WEARING THE SAME BOOTS.
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