Help! I need somebody...
One of the nice things about Parisians is how polite and helpful they can be. If an old lady happens to drop her shopping bag then half a dozen people will immediately stop what they're doing and chase her oranges for her.
So, I was coming home from a jazz club late at night and was so tired that I managed to fall up the stairs in the metro. I probably don't have to explain that these stairs were of the metal-edged variety. Sure enough, a few seconds later I heard footsteps stop beside me. The man looked down at me splattered all over the steps and in a very cheerful tone of voice asked the helpful question, "Did you fall?"
"No, it's Hug A Stair Day."
So, I was coming home from a jazz club late at night and was so tired that I managed to fall up the stairs in the metro. I probably don't have to explain that these stairs were of the metal-edged variety. Sure enough, a few seconds later I heard footsteps stop beside me. The man looked down at me splattered all over the steps and in a very cheerful tone of voice asked the helpful question, "Did you fall?"
"No, it's Hug A Stair Day."