damn the electric fence!

Last night I ran for the train. I should emphasize that I never run for trains unless they're international ones or TGVs. Running for a metro is mad, as there is always another one in about 3 minutes. Exception to this is running for the last metro. There, you should run your little feet off.

Anyway, last night, it wasn't a last train but I didn't have another train for half an hour (RER A Cergy line ... sigh) and so I ran - I ran like the wind! Zoom! Through the corridors at Nation! Whish! Down the stairs (almost faster than the escalators as no-one uses them). Whoosh! Down more stairs to find myself on the platform for line 6.

Dammit, that's not right.

Down more stairs, along more corridors.

I saw the screen with "Cergy - train à l'approche" and ran faster. By now, my lungs were starting to fill with fire ants. But I didn't want to sit at Nation for another half hour as I'd already done that the night before. I just wanted to go home and go to bed. Down the escalators, past the people getting off the train, who no matter how fast you're running, or how clearly desperate you are to get on the train, DO NOT MOVE. Being English, I just say 'pardon! pardon!' very politely, instead of screaming 'Get the hell out of my way! Can't you see I need to get this train!'

So, I dodged everyone and leapt onto the train in triumph.

Only to realise that it was the train for Vincennes, and my train was next to me, at the other platform. Which involved two escalators and a corridor.

Half an hour later I got the train home.