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Ok I'm in Canada.
I'm so glad the actual act of LEAVING is over with because it was the hardest, most painful thing I've ever experienced. He left me at the airport and I was already bawling furiously and continued to bawl furiously for 2-3 hours straight. I was dropped off a few hours before my flight because he started school that morning. Bad thing. Being left in the airport 3 hours before check-in gave me nothing to do but cry. I had a breakdown and they sent over an Air France staff member to console me.
Then I saw the faaaammouusss French/Rwandan RnB singer Corneille in the check in line for the flight to Montreal. He witnessed my pitiful sobbing. I was embarrassed but not enough to wipe my tears away, smooth my hair and and ask for an autographe. Woohoo me - I have two French celebrities' autographes: Michel from Les Colocataires and Corneille, who's music I actually like! Both are in my private paper journal. Damn, I rule.
Then I while waiting to board I had so much carry on luggage, I asked the elderly french couple to watch my bag while I go buy a magazine (cigarettes) and when I came back the entire boarding area was blocked off which could only mean: abandoned luggage-bomb alert.
"Merde" I thought to myself and fought my way through the crowd to the police and security and asked if it had anything to do with that black backpack and
he asks "is that YOURS??"
me (meekly) "yes."
him (holding up walkytalky): "ok, we wont explode it then, I'll cancel that right now."
Me: "WHAAATTTTT???!!!"
They then proceeded to lecture me on leaving my bag unattended, blah blah blah. What actually happened was that they found ANOTHER suitcase alone so they moved the hundreds of people waiting out of the area, and found my bag alone too because the couple didnt know what to do with it and thought it might be dangerous as well, so kept everyone back until they figured out what to do with it and the other suitcase.
The redheaded guy who was drawing comics beside me before I left to by my magazine patted me on the should and said (with much humour, actually)"Way to delay 8 flights and fuck up Air France on behalf of us Canadians". And everyone else booed me:(
I'm so glad the actual act of LEAVING is over with because it was the hardest, most painful thing I've ever experienced. He left me at the airport and I was already bawling furiously and continued to bawl furiously for 2-3 hours straight. I was dropped off a few hours before my flight because he started school that morning. Bad thing. Being left in the airport 3 hours before check-in gave me nothing to do but cry. I had a breakdown and they sent over an Air France staff member to console me.
Then I saw the faaaammouusss French/Rwandan RnB singer Corneille in the check in line for the flight to Montreal. He witnessed my pitiful sobbing. I was embarrassed but not enough to wipe my tears away, smooth my hair and and ask for an autographe. Woohoo me - I have two French celebrities' autographes: Michel from Les Colocataires and Corneille, who's music I actually like! Both are in my private paper journal. Damn, I rule.
Then I while waiting to board I had so much carry on luggage, I asked the elderly french couple to watch my bag while I go buy a magazine (cigarettes) and when I came back the entire boarding area was blocked off which could only mean: abandoned luggage-bomb alert.
"Merde" I thought to myself and fought my way through the crowd to the police and security and asked if it had anything to do with that black backpack and
he asks "is that YOURS??"
me (meekly) "yes."
him (holding up walkytalky): "ok, we wont explode it then, I'll cancel that right now."
Me: "WHAAATTTTT???!!!"
They then proceeded to lecture me on leaving my bag unattended, blah blah blah. What actually happened was that they found ANOTHER suitcase alone so they moved the hundreds of people waiting out of the area, and found my bag alone too because the couple didnt know what to do with it and thought it might be dangerous as well, so kept everyone back until they figured out what to do with it and the other suitcase.
The redheaded guy who was drawing comics beside me before I left to by my magazine patted me on the should and said (with much humour, actually)"Way to delay 8 flights and fuck up Air France on behalf of us Canadians". And everyone else booed me:(