A message to all you French people out there: GET THE HELL OUTTA MY WAY! Now I know that must sound rude to my gracious and friendly hosts, but it needed to be said.
The French have an uncanny ability of getting in your way when you are trying to walk. No joke. You could be walking down the Champs Elysee or Grand Boulevard, and even if the place is almost deserted, the one other person present will find a way to get in your way. It’s maddening.
I’m starting to think that most French people get some kind of sick pleasure out of prolonging you from getting on with your day. It’s almost as if French people (or maybe it’s just Parisians?) have some kind of rear-view mirror. Say you are quickly approaching a middle-aged woman from behind, and because you are in a hurry, you decide to try to pass her on the right hand side. The second you begin to make your move, the lady immediately, without looking back, begins to stray ever-so-slightly to the right, making sure that she stays directly ahead of you. It drives me absolutely crazy.
I guess this explains the French’s odd obsession with racing, considering the whole sport is based on not letting the other drivers pass you. Seeing as I am much bigger than most of these road-blocks, I may soon try the bowling ball approach and see if it yields better results. I will let you guy know how it works out.
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