The métro pulled in to the Franklin D. Roosevelt station on the Champs-Élysées, one of the busiest stations in Paris, but no one got off. The train sat there for a moment, and then the voice of the driver, a woman, came over the intercom. "No one's getting off at Franklin Roosevelt? No one?"
No one got on or off.
Still no one.
"Ah, que je vous aime tous, mes passagers!"*
Suddenly, everyone was smiling.
*No one? How I love you, my passengers!