I’ve seen a few metro post recently about unspoken rules of the Parisien underground, or probably any underground/transportation entity, but today has taken the biscuit and I felt it only neccessary to post my reactions on major rule breaking!
Today included a man, who raced an old lady so that he could sit down with his little dog, I quote, “Excusez-moi, mon chien!!” Before you start worrying the lady was then offered a seat, but its the fact that these tubes, which are pretty much every minute are continuous, you’re never on them for too long, but the rush of getting a seat, that exact seat, or that exact train takes over. Maybe if we stopped rushing, we’d probably realise we weren’t that late in the first place.
Something to always live by, give the old lady your seat and may the karma be with you. x