Story Time: The Most Obnoxious Eurostar Train Ride (from London to Paris)

Story Time: The Most Obnoxious Eurostar Train Ride (from London to Paris)

Okay, so the title should be something like, The Most Obnoxious Eurostar Train Passengers or How Not to Act Like Mad Monkeys on the Eurostar, but I couldn’t fit all those words into the title. Continuing from the Transportation from London to Paris post

The Eurostar train from London (St. Pancras International Station) to Paris (Gare du Nord) seemed to be sold-out as it was packed, and our seats were part of the 4 seats that faced each other with a table in the middle. The French mother and her little boy who sat across from us were part of a group of people who were seated in another 4 seater part next to ours. We greeted each other, and the train took off about 10 minutes behind schedule. I fell asleep pretty quickly as the train started to gain speed, but was woken up about half an hour later at the most ear-piercing noise pollution that pervaded the train. This, ladies and gentlemen, was the start of one of the most obnoxious and annoying train rides ever.

What, what’s that noise?

My husband and I were in compartment 9, which happened to be right next to the concession stand/bar/snack area. And this snack area happened to be where a group of 4-5 grown women from the UK decided to cast all shame, guilt, consideration for others, common courtesy, and dignity onto the train platform and party like it’s 1999. Perhaps they never had any shame, guilt, consideration for others, common courtesy, and dignity as human beings to begin with, or perhaps they have the supernatural power to store them away for train rides to celebrate a member of the pack’s birthday. Whatever the case was, this group was heavily intoxicated and screamed their way through the entire 2.5 hour ride. THE. ENTIRE. TIME.

Didn’t take a picture of those crazy women, so this is the next best thing.

How can I find the apt words to describe what they were like? They sounded and acted worse than a pack of excited hyenas and wild dogs fighting over an impala’s carcass (which I actually got to witness on a safari trip in South Africa, post on this coming in the near future), like they each had a microphone attached to their throats blasted to the max, like the woo girls from How I Met Your Mother, but on steroids and meth with the shrillest of voices, like 100,000 nails scratching a blackboard… Do you get my drift? The most obnoxious and entitled group of grown women I have ever seen in real life (not counting the women from the Real Housewives franchise since I have yet to see one in person)! Ugh! When a couple of brave French passengers politely attempted to ask them to keep it down, the women flat out refused and said (or more like screeched), “This is not first class! You’re not on first class! This is not first class!” Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have ANY class. They refused to show respect and decency to others and continued to act like wild monkeys. Actually, they became even louder and more obnoxious each time they were told to keep it down. A lost cause. Insufferably insolent. Even though there was a language barrier, the French passengers and we bonded over sharing the same frustration and exchanged looks and words here and there to express our frustration, shaking our heads in disbelief and disgust.

How the rest of the civilized passengers were feeling

This literally went on for the entire train ride. When the train was coming to a stop, the pack had the audacity to walk through the aisle with their heads held high with no apologies or shame. I wonder if they felt anything as the entire compartment stared them down and burned an imaginary searing hole on their faces. What I learned through this hellish ride were 1) the French people are extremely polite, patient, and well-mannered; 2) the train staff allow this type of nonsense on the train; and 3) that idiotic, rude, self-centered, and lousy people who lack self-awareness and common courtesy exist in all parts of the world, and come in all ages, shapes, sizes, colors, etc. May you never have to experience this, my precious readers, but in case you have, please do share your horror stories. Venting will make you feel better. 😉

All I wanted was some peace and quiet so I can nap on the train. Was that too much to ask?

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