A Trip To Southern France
I had been contemplating moving from my seat. I was tired though. It had been a long, long day of travel with an early evening departure out of CLE, connection at Washington DC, landing at Paris at around 1p, killing four hours on a layover, then a connection on Air France to Toulouse. A light misty rain fell and I just didn’t WANT to have to move. Yet I knew this was a bad spot. To my left, a Roma girl (are you allowed to call her a gypsy or is that like being my grandfather calling black women “those colored gals” in the late 70s?) was doing two things that were annoying. 1. Playing her mobile phone speaker as if she was alone in her room watching Tik Tok videos. 2. Coughing repeatedly without any attempt to cover her mouth, filling the train coach with whatever virus she was carrying with total freedom. I remember thinking “don’t touch your eyes”, but I hadn’t slept in 36 hours and frankly, I forgot. The v...
