Last weekend in the metro, a man thought it was « open bar » and started looking through my boyfriend’s bag …. I don’t exactly know how I managed to gather so much self-control to tell him to stop immediately but… survival instinct probably (….and probably also the remains of my judoka pugnacity – green belt level if you please !).

I thought : « If he slaps me right across the face, I don’t know what I’ll do, but I’ll think about that when it happens » (what effective thoughts !)….and worst case scenario, I had a safety net : even if the events took him completely by surprise, my boyfriend was more than ready to step up to take my defence ! …
Well, all this to say that I had quite an adrenaline rush there, and I can’t but strongly advise you all to be VERY careful with your bags when you’re taking the metro (or anywhere else for that matter) and I am praying to never have to deal with a kleptomaniac spider in the future … may the force be with me! (English translation by Bleu Marine)