Years ago going to Paris with my mother, I was about 14 and my mum wouldn't fly so we had done train to dover, night in a b and b, ferry and then train from Calais.
We sat opposite each other at a table, behind me was a group of obnoxious English students who were drunk or high, very, very loud.
Opposite them was a couple of old French men who were not impressed with the students.
Suddenly a half eaten apple wit my head and bounced into my face.
My mother, who wasn't one for confrontation normally, was out of her seat in an instant, telling them they were a disgrace to their country, should be ashamed of themselves, the apple could have broken my glasses what did they think the French men were thinking etc.
Elderly French gentlemen were very approving of my mother, we couldn't understand what they were saying but we did hear the name, "Margert Thatcher".
We didn't hear another word from them.
Much much later on a BA flight the flight attendant was making the announcement about who the pilot was, who was in first, business and ... in cattle, I mean world traveller..."