Ahhhhhhhhhh, the French. How comforting to know that there are some ideologies so dear to their hearts that they'll never outgrow them. For instance, the deep-seated love of screwing the government, which inevitably leads to the ubiquitous strike.
Tomorrow's the day. Already warnings and announcements are everywhere as people buy bikes, plan carpools or call-off of work in preparation for the biggest strike since 1995. As I sit at home actually somewhat thankful to be ill with such good timing, I can't wait to hear the "horror" stories. Tonight on the news were a few pathetic laments from the 'man on the street', whining that he'll have to pay for gas and take his car tomorrow when he's already paid for his monthly rail pass, or the woman who pouts about taking two busses and walking to get to work. Meanwhile the roads will be bumper to bumper and about 2% of the train service running, it'll be total gridlock with I estimate about 30% of the rest of France, 40% of Paris, and 80% of suburban Paris completely stranded. Let the games begin!
