...I almost miss my train to Paris because I forget my phone in my car and have to get down to the garage and then... long story short: I make it
...I arrive at Orly airport early only to find out that: a. we are overbooked and I got upgraded to premium class (yes!) b. the flight is delayed
...I enjoy unparalleled comforts of bigger, more reclining seats and champagne in premium class, which, however, does not have its own bathroom, unlike the adjacent business class
...I arrive late, battle a long immigration line, hand in a French customs form (they have no problem with that) and once again wonder what is the issue with Americans, suitcases on wheels and escalators: they just don't know how to do it!!!
...I find out my dad arrived safely before me and was rushed through immigration like a breeze - didn't get tased even though he didn't speak any English
...I take a bus to Grand Central/42nd street and metro to our Harlem apartment from there - I don't know about you but even with two suitcases, being white and just before midnight Harlem doesn't seem menacing, seedy or dangerous. Oh well.