Enlightening the Enlightened

Allie was experiencing the same disenchantment in Paris. The food was good at least, she thought, eating a baguette with some cheese. But the people ... yeesh. Egotistical, arrogant ... had she really been that way in America? She supposed she had.

She watched the people in the cafe, ordering their food, chatting animatedly, so ... superior ... in their demeanor. Two women, obviously university students, smoked by the window. They looked bored, flipping through their phones. Allie smiled. Time to enlighten these bitches.