I'm stood in the queue for security at CDG, on my way to Cork, Ireland.
The woman behind me is a big girl. A big, Irish girl travelling with three kids, two elderly parents and an arse the size of County Kildare. She had a voice and a half on her, and everyone in the line was party to her musings.
"Why is it always the fuzzy-wuzzies who do the security?", she said, to no-one in particular.
Her father grunted and nodded in agreement.
"I bet they put drugs into people's luggage".
Luckily, I was next through the scanner and managed to escape the woman's nasty racism and obvious lack of class.
Getting through security, I find a waiting area that is crowded. really crowded.
There are four flights - Dublin, Cork, Yerevan and Jeddah. The Saudi bunch are keeping themselves to themselves and the Armenians are busy re-packing their hand luggage. Over at the Armenian flight desk there's a guy arguing with the airline rep who says his bag can't go in the cabin.
"Why not?", he said in pigeon French. "I use this bag every day".
"But not to go on aeroplanes, Sir", the representative replied.
"I use it to do my shopping", he said. "It's a perfectly good bag".
He has a point. It is a perfectly good bag for supermarket shopping. But likewise, I can understand why the airline wouldn't want people bringing shopping caddies - for that is what it was - on the plane.
The 'bag' stood four feet high and included a handle that was fixed upright and four wheels, each a good six inches in diameter. The wheels were so big that they had tyres on them.
How he'd managed to get this far with it would be my question, but hey, maybe he'd hidden it from the check-in agents. Maybe they'd just given up trying. Maybe they realised that sometimes it's best to 'pick your battles'.
As I sit and ponder the stupidness of the situation, my reverie is broken. The big Irish girl had arrived and, with her entourage, taken the remaining seats in the area.
"Have you seen all the fucking Paki's here", she announced, again to no-one in particular. "Place smells of fucking curry".
And with one swell foop she'd convinced anyone who still needed convincing that some people should never, ever leave their trailer parks.