Are you okay?

I am back in Strasbourg, my break was fantastic! I studied a lot during the week and bombed my stupid Latin final bleh. I saw friends (sorry I missed you Vicki). My little brother Josh had his graduation party which gave me a chance to see relatives and friends and my little sister turned 16!!
There are so many distinctive things about the US I love it and miss it. On my flight from Detroit to Cedar Rapids the lady I sat next to struck up a conversation (American style) i.e. what's your life story and let's pray, she was sweet and simply kind. Stores are open past 7 pm, I hate that about France. Styles are more conservative and people are more hurried. When I am at the grocery store in France the checkers sit on a chair behind the cash register and take FOREVER to ring up all the items, then everything has to be bagged by you in a bag or box that you brought from home. It annoys me to no end. In the US if we are in line for ten minutes people start complaining and wondering what is wrong with the cashier or the store in general. I am not saying that being in a rush is a good thing...I just prefer fast service.
Throughout my entire life I go out of my way to avoid embarrassing situations, perhaps this is why I constantly find myself in them. For example when I got to Cincinnati on the way back to Frankfurt I was pulling my backpack out of the overhead compartment. The plane was really small so my bag barely fit up there, I had to pull really hard causing it to hit my head and knock me over on to the person in front of me. Luckily this guy thought I was the funniest thing on the earth and pretended I had mortally wounded him and begged me to resuscitate him, meanwhile I almost died from embarrassment. When I got to Frankfurt I had to take a bus back to Strasbourg, it was super crowded so I had my feet hanging over the ledge into the aisle, I was also exhausted so my head kept slipping and waking me up and to my horror my whole body slipped and I woke up as I was falling into the aisle. Consequently my fellow passengers frantically asking me if I was alright in German, French, Alsatian, and Chinese...the only place in Europe where apparently no one spoke any English. I of course was so flustered combined with my week long French hiatus resulted in everyone continually poking me to make sure I didn't fall asleep in case I had a concussion or something I don't know. The couple in front of me kept offering me beer (oh Germany) and I finally accepted so they would leave me alone, but I don't really like beer of any kind but they insisted I drink all of it which made me want to barf. Since when is beer good for a concussion.
Finally we made it to Strasbourg with nothing on me hurt but my pride...which is pretty used to being humiliated so you know no harm.