Token American As Usual

Another token American moment happened the other day. Of course. They always happen to me. There are things that happen everyday that I just forget to write about, but believe me...at least once a week I say to myself, "there's the token american...". Anyway, I was on the tram with Laur coming back from class. Now, the tram is in itself an interesting contraption. If you stand in the right spots you’re fine. If you stand in between to trains, you’ll definitely have some difficulty standing due to the fact that the floor moves and there is nothing to hang on to. If there are a lot of people on the tram, you are in trouble again if you happen to be in a spot where you are only surrounded by people and nothing to really keep you from falling except for other bodies. That is the state I was in the other day. I was just chatting to Laur on the tram when a shit ton of gens (people) decided to climb aboard. No big deal I thought. No, big deal. I of course was pushed into a place where there were only bodies surrounding me, and of course those bodies were young men my age. I thought I’d just hang on to Laur and everything would just be dandy. But what happened? Well a sharp turn came and there I went. The sad thing was, Laur and I both saw it happening. We tried to stop me from falling, but there was just no way. So instead of stopping myself, I made it blatenly obvious to everyone around me that I was falling. What did they do, nothing. Instead, I just fell on these not so attractive men, saying “oh dieu, desolle, c’est pas ma faut” or in a language to be understood, “oh god, sorry, it’s not my fault”. Being Frenchies, they didn’t care and just let me fall, and I had to pull my leaning body up all by myself. Gosh. That would happen to me though. I would be the one to fall on the tram and have everyone watch but not do anything. Here’s to the token American. Again.