Gay Pari!

Okay, so all I had was a five hour layover in the Paris airport, but the ladies' restroom, the mini sandwich and my spaceous seat in the D concourse were all pretty Bon Jour if you ask me. What was not gay at all was the five euro bottle of water that I bought. It made my mouth taste furry. It is a known fact however, that Montanans are water snobs, and anything that wasn't just freshly dripped off of a glacier tastes like mud to us, so my opinion could be biased. The layover itself was pretty decent, until we all bought the water and instantly got crabby. Luckily I slept the entire rest of the way there, interrupted only by a lovely French stewardess, offering me yet another miniature sandwich, which apparently the French hold quite dear, as I experienced no normal sized sandwiches throughout the duration of my stay in their lovely airport.