Paris, An Elevator, Two big guys...

So, there we are, my traveling companion and side kick Jose and I checked in to our Paris hotel adn crammed into the small elevator with our bags. Just the two of us.

The elevator begins to lift slowly and starts to making clunking noises. I read the panel and see the 170kg weight limit. For those that know, my math skills are similar to those of a snake's backstroke skills... "hmmm I wonder what 170kg equals in pounds" I say as I stare down at our overstuffed luggage...

So the elevator comes to a clunky stop on floor #1, a cafe it seems. We push the button again and nothing moves, no doors closing, only ding ding, call attention to us. I try again and still nothing.

So I get out with my luggage, bid Jose a safe trip and the doors close. Behind me are two waitresses, giggling heavily in French ("ohn ohn ohn). Then they begin to point at me and laugh more. Now everyone in the cafe is looking at me and reacting to the waitresses new found humor.

I consider briefly hiking up the stairs to my room, but decide to wait for the lift to return. I am pretty sure all-out laughter broke out as soon as the elevator closed with me inside... I make folks laugh, even in French, fantastic...