Last night, at exactly 9:30pm on the metro, I saved a woman’s life!
Ok, it wasn’t that dramatic but I was definitely actively involved in the prolongation of a woman’s quality of life.
Here’s what happened. This lovely woman was getting on the metro at the same time Mr. Drunk-as-a-Skunk was getting off. He brushed by her; her scarf got caught on his backpack while still wrapped around her neck. Mr. Drunk-as-a-Skunk naturally didn’t notice, despite us yelling at him, and continued to drag the half-strangled woman off the train.
Luckily after 2 long minutes, I managed to disconnect her scarf from his backpack but the scary thing was that despite the number of people on the train, no one else bothered to help. That’s Paris for you.