I once took a train ride from Paris to London via the Chunnel. As I got on board, I lost my friend Miles and couldn't find him. So when the train started moving, I searched up and down the cars looking for him, and the train conductor angrily asked me what the hell I was doing and why I had gone into first class. I pointed out I was looking for my friend, and wasn't sure if he made it on, and he told me to get back to my seat. Goddammed French.