I lost TPR and LF in the maze of a Paris RER station on our way back to the main venue of the incentive holiday. Â When they boarded the train heading in the right direction, I went the opposite way.
Since TPR was carrying all our valuables – train tickets, bank cards, phones, and cash – I had to rely on my wits to find a way back to our hotel. I made my way to the ticket office at the next station and cornered a member of staff. Then, with supreme effort, I managed to dredge up enough French to plead for help.
The station official was delighted with my archaic, extremely polite, and (surprisingly) grammatically accurate request – so much so that she made it her personal responsibility to guide me all the way back to the Hilton hotel at no charge.
En route we ran into a bunch of my friends. I must have offended them because DTJ ignored me, SC did not pick up on my compliments on her beautiful teeth and new slim frame, and LB chose to sleep between the train lines rather than engage in conversation with me.