Flies, honey, vinegar

The train from the border to Argeles didn't come: a greve de surprise...I missed my connection to Paris, but the next train came but I needed to change in Montpellier and get a new reservation. Two other women were in the same situation. At the ticket counter in Montpellier they raged at the men behind the counter. When it was my turn, I said I was sorry they were having a rough time and that it wasn't their fault that there was a surprise strike. The two women got second class seats. I ended up in first class. Something about flies, honey and vinegar comes to mind, although why anyone would want flies, I don't know.