It seemed a good idea when I booked my ticket. Why not fly Air France? Get a little taste of the culture, Rob. You know! Break in easy with a little English, little French. Acclimate over the Atlantic. Kinda ease into things. It’s genius.
One small, teeny, tiny little flaw in my plan Just a minor oversight. Understandable miscalculation. Probably something anyone might have overlooked . . .
It’s Air………..FRANCE.
Apparently, they speak FRENCH on AIR FRANCE?
And only FRENCH.
One might think there would be some other nouveau American travelers foolish enough to have not flown virgin . . . I mean Virgin . . or United, or . . . I don’t know . . . AMERICAN . . . on this plane.
Uhhhh . . . no. I mean . . . “non”
Au contraire, mon frere.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t warned. I had clues and nothing gets by Monsieur Ohb–sare–vey–see–own.
Standing in the baggage check in line, I watched each person in front of me as they handed their passport and boarding pass to the Air France agent. (Hint to you new travelers: get in the back of the line and watch what others do and say so you don’t look like a total moron) So as I carefully observed each passenger and sought to memorize the drill, it occurred to me . . . hmmmm . . . everyone has a red passport, but mine is blue. Wonder why mine is blue?
Maybe it’s newer?
"Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost" 