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The plane landed, IAD to CDG, and it’s been five minutes since they have arrived at the gate. Row 22, in a 55 row airbus, the 33 people behind Ms. Peaches stand and wait. She is already making a fuss trying to scramble up her things, even with the two bag limit, she somehow snuck on with five. As she squirms out of the row, she heads off of the plane, while subtlety insulting everyone she passes in her strong Kenyan accent. She bumps and fumbles all the way off the plane as if she’s had more than one complimentary drink.

As she walks through the airport she doesn’t take a minute to acknowledge that she is in France, while shouting hello to everyone she passes, and expressing annoyance from the long flight. The french eyes just scowl at her, and well, to everything else, really. She’s clearly alone, and has no clue where she is going. She clumsily makes it through customs and baggage claim, where she adds forty pounds of luggage to her five carry-ons. She heads to a Information desk and to the frenchman, demands, “I need a train to Strasbourg.”  After a short snide look, the frenchman realizes that the best way to get through this is to quickly oblige. 

He escorts her to the train, and as quickly as she gets on to the train, the frenchman is back to his post. She has a two hour train ride of the TGV, and will arrive before dusk. I would like to believe that she could sit there for two hours and not make a scene, however, that is just wishful thinking. Did I mention that she is already six days late? 

Ordinary girl searching for an extraordinary story.