After a two-hour delay going to England from Spain and a 1 1/2 hour delay returning, I was pretty miffed with the French. But I got away lucky. Some people I know had a two-day delay trying to fly.
We almost made it off the runway before the activity began. That is, the French air traffic controller’s strike. Just as we were all on the plane, the formidable. Traffic space was shut over France, causing a major delay. We were all quite happy to be sat on the plane with nothing to do.
Don’t we all know there is ill agreement and something sneaky going on behind closed doors for the Spanish to get this much? I mean, here, it is a laugh.
But it gets better. All of France wants more money. So the strike has snowballed, almost shutting off the country. Gas is at a minimum. People are in a panic.
I am curious. Have the French gone online lately to do any research? Do they know where their country sits on the list of more fortunate lifestyles in the world?
The are numero uno. The top of the list. The crem-de-la-crem.
Oddly, though, I don’t feel sorry for even one of them. I am thinking they should be really happy to be where they are. This isn’t the case.
Written by freelance wordsmith Jori Sams
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