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I'm back from Paris. Our journey back home was like a bad sitcom, I couldn't even believe how terrible it was. We just barely made it back to Toronto.
I couldn't resist the idea of bringing bread back to Canada. I woke up 2 hours before we had to go on a train to the airport in order to go to the other side of town to a good bakery. This was my big mistake.
While I would've made it back easily with time to spare had I have gone alone, the stupid boyfriend wanted to come too, and he had zero sense of time management. So while I'm yelling at him to wake up and get out the door, he decides that that is the perfect time to take a shower.
By the time we get on the metro, it was 40 minutes later. I'm in a huff, but I still wanted bread, so I ran through the metro, slipped, and fell down an entire flight of stairs. It hurt.
This was rush hour on the metro which meant packed to the brim with zero room to move. I was angry at the stupid boyfriend for being as late as he was, so I stood on the other side of the train. An old man walks in, the next thing I know, he pushed himself up against me, thrusting his pelvis on my legs, and groping like mad. What I'm really mad about is that there was a man behind the old man who was looking at me and laughing silently, like he knew what was going on and sexual harassment is really funny to him. I try to move away but the crowd was too tight and the old man kept pushing towards me until I pretty much dashed through the crowd and pushed people aside at which point he got the message and left at the next station.
We got the bread with 45 minutes to our train. By this point, I was bruised and bleeding, sexually harassed, but with a slim chance of making it back to the hotel to meet our third roommate who had the plane ticket.
Of course, this was when the metro broke down. In the week we were there, the metro never broke down once. But it was at that moment, at that station, in that direction we were going, that the subway car broke down, in front of us, on our quickest way back. At that moment, it really felt like there was a greater being there who was laughing at us. Lucky for us, the French metro isn't one straight line like the Toronto system, but the roundabout way took much longer.
Anyhow, we made it back to the hotel with literally two minutes to spare before Jaron left for the airport without us, and with him, our plane tickets. We had ten minutes to spare before we missed the last train which would've taken us to the airport on time.
By this point, it was anyone's guess if we could catch the plane. So every second counted and we were running like mad as soon as we got off the train. The boyfriend, once again, did a stupid thing. He threw his train ticket away earlier thinking he didn't need it anymore, but in reality, he needed to pass it again through a machine to leave the train station. So now we're stuck inside the train station, when we really should be at the airport going through paperwork. We begged and pleaded in broken french, and they finally let us out.
At the airport, we breathed a sigh of relief, thinking we were in the clear, having been spoiled by our the speed of check in at the Toronto airport. But humongous lineups were at our every turn, and by the time our flight was taking off, we were still separated from the main boarding gate by a 20 minute lineup.
We ended up making our flight, but only because they, thank god, held off the plane for half an hour to wait for us to board. Thank you airplane.
And as for the rest of the day. We missed our connecting flight in Washington, because as luck will have it, it is a very small airport, and eleven international flights all landed in the same hour as us, and we were stuck in a lineup with 1500 other people waiting to go through a customs booth with only ten employees working before being able to board the next plane. Instead of doing anything about the fact that all 1500 people are missing their connecting flights, the jerks at the airport just found the situation hilarious, and told us so over the PA system. The man over the PA system also mentioned that he was excited for this excitement to be over so he could go eat lunch. So much professionalism!
And as the final touch to this day. When we landed in Toronto, the airport notified both my travelling companions that their luggage was lost in the scuffle back in Washington.
And all because I wanted to buy bread.
Speaking of which, the bread was destroyed.
I'm really stupid.
I had never been so exhausted in my life.