This is why America is a better country than France

So I’m sitting in the Orly airport, drinking my $4 bottle of lemon-flavored Fanta, and I want to connect to the Internet. Of course, they have wireless internet, and of course, it’s ridiculously expensive – all day in the US costs $6, 30 minutes in France costs $10. But I’d even be willing to pay if the thing would take my money. Maybe it just doesn’t like Americans using precious French bandwidth. It’s always the little things.

On our way here, some guy on the train noticed my sweatshirt and told me that he went to business school there in ’73. That seriously made my day. Maybe one day I’ll be sitting on a train going on some important business trip and some young kid will sit down across from me with a sweatshirt from my university and I’ll tell him that I went to school there.