Topless Somewhere over the Atlantic

Usually I get cold on airplanes so I always try to remember to bring a jacket or a sweater. This time I brought both and didn't need either one. The plane was very, very toasty. So toasty, in fact, that I had to strip down to my tank top halfway through the flight. I arrived in Paris a tired, sweaty mess. And that is how the french guy found me as I exited customs.