"Becky, what is this place?"
Dirt roads, peasant people roamed the streets, and, on top of that, we were right in the middle of the road! People stared at us as if we were crazy. The clothing didn't look to be from our time. And the smell! Oh, the smell! An evil had entered my nose! I gagged, as did Gloria. The next woman I saw looked me up and down, as did the rest, and walked on. I ran to her, but she tried to out run me! What did these people see? I wasn't a monster!
"Miss, Miss, where am I? I am lost."
And with a very thick accent, she responded, "Bah, you must be from England. You bloody Brit! Don't mock France, we will have the last laugh!" she sniffed, raised her nose to the sky, tripped, then walked on. I ran back to Gloria.
"Gloria, Gloria, did you hear that? We're in France!"
"No, duh, we're in France. We took the airplane."
"No, no, the woman just called me a bloody Brit. That means we must be, like, two hundred years in the past."
"Or maybe that woman has an unhealthy stereotype against the U.K."
"Well, maybe, but how could you hate the U.K? Anyway, look at the way they're dressed, and look at the way we're dressed."
Gloria glanced round us, seeing all the people wearing sewn rags and layered fabrics, than saw us, dressed in sneakers, tee shirts, and jeans.
"I guess we should buy some clothes from this time so we don't look like fools, eh?"
"What about our money? I don't have any francs! When my money was exchanged, I only received Euros in return!"
We checked our purses simultaneously, simply to feed on our doubt, saw instead of a couple American dollars and some Euros, everything was of francs! However, we were surprised to see our modern technologies still perfectly the same, such as our iPods and cell phones.
"Gloria," I whispered, "What do you think this means?"
"How should I know? I'm no psychic! But how do you think this happened?
"I suppose fate doesn't care for us much."
