Metro and Tolliettes

Took the Metro today. Like DC you need to keep your ticket when you go into the metro, then when you are leaving you feed the turnstile your ticket again. Knowing mom can be…um how shall I put this…distracted, when she is somewhere new. So I explained this to her before we left the apartment.

Well guess who didn’t grab her ticket on the way in? Yup mom. The turnstile even gives you a beep, which she ignored and motored through anyway. So how does one get out of the Paris Metro without a ticket you might ask? They climb under the turnstile….you heard it here first in front of quite a crown Miss. Diane got on her hands and knees and crawled out of the Metro. I almost peed in my pants. I was so distracted I didn’t get a picture….sorry L

However on the way back…she did attempt to pole dance on the Metro train. Aimee has a photo of that and refuses to let me up load it. Whatever.

At lunch Aimee has to use the restroom. She asks me if she is saying the right word….tolliette. She is and off she goes. She comes back giggling. What happened? Well apparently she asks one of the servers where the tolliettes are, he points back towards the kitchen. She’s not buying it a bit so our server walks by and affirms the bathroom is back there…Aimee skeptical walks back into the kitchen. At which point the kitchen staff and all of the servers crack up. Aimee exclaims "that's not nice" smacks the guy on the arm, then pouts and they then gesture down the stairs. I thought this was a fantastic joke. One point France, no points Aimee.