a train ride
After consuming approximately 5 baguettes (me), 4 croissants (Ali), way too many Starbucks lattes (Ali), and 2 more McDonald’s lattes (Ali – he has no shame), we rolled ourselves back on to the Eurostar for a 2.5 hour train ride back to London.
As soon as the train took off (and not one second after the planned departure of 13:13 – the timeliness of the Eurostar allows me to overlook the dirtiness of their trains) a mom, traveling with her 3 kids said, “Who has the playing cards? Let’s play cards.”
And so began our journey.
Me @ 13:15 – “Wow Ali, she’s playing cards with her kids. I wonder how she had the patience to do that? And how cute are their accents?”
Me @ 13:45 – “They are still going at it. Impressive. That’s a dedicated mother.”
Me @ 14:00 – “They could keep their voices down you know, some of us are actually trying to work.”
Me @ 14:15 – “It’s like nails on a chalkboard Ali. Nails on a chalkboard.”
Me @ 14:30 – “If that kid yells ‘You’re a cheat! You’re a cheat!’ one more time? I’m going to lose it.”
Me @ 14:35 - “Make it stop Ali. Please make it stop.”
Ali @ 14:36 – “I’m moving to the dining car. Can you watch the luggage?”
While Ali likely enjoyed another latte in the peaceful dining car, sans my running commentary, the family continued to play cards at the top of their lungs.
Ultimately, they played cards for – are you ready for it? – 2.25 hours. And the mom participated the entire time.
The takeaway here? Maybe I’ll never, ever be able to play games with Maya for 2.25 hours (or for 5 minutes – let’s be honest here), but at least I don’t annoy strangers on a train.
And that counts for something.