David Ann and I have continued on our extended vacation by taking the Eurostar train from London to Paris on Saturday. It was one helluva commute. Unlike the Amtrak, you are assigned a seat from the time of your booking on the Eurostar. Well, they must have known we were a bit chubby as we were seated directly across the table from the two other chubbiest people in our car. One of them - plaid shirt guy - was sitting across from David. I got to see his bellybutton most of the ride as it was hanging out of his shirt. 12-point buck sweatshirt guy was sitting across from me and so thoughtfully stuck his legs all the way out underneath the seat leaving me no leg room, thanks!
After the train got moving, which it does very fast - 2.5 hour trip from London to Paris - both of these guys went to sleep. Well, thanks to 12-point buck sweatshirt guy I am now very acquainted with the lack of dental hygiene and services available in the UK. Dude, really, brush your teeth! Oh, and stop snoring. It was just annoying, especially since I couldn't poke you in the ribs and tell you to turn over.
About 15 minutes out of Paris we stopped. Yes, the train just stopped. Something was in front of us and we couldn't go any further delaying our arrival by about 20 minutes. 20 extra glorious minutes with chubby and chubbier! Yeah!
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