The métro pulled in to the Franklin D. Roosevelt station on the Champs-Élysées, one of the busiest stations in Paris, but no one got off. The train sat there for a moment, and then the voice of the driver, a woman, came over the intercom. "No one's getting off at Franklin Roosevelt? No one?"
No one got on or off.
"Personne?"
Still no one.
"Ah, que je vous aime tous, mes passagers!"*
Suddenly, everyone was smiling.
*No one? How I love you, my passengers!
