The French version of AT&T, Orange, shocked everybody involved and came through for us. Early.
Let that sink in for a minute: the French version of AT&T had our line provisioned and the equipment in our hands a full ten days ahead of schedule. If I believed in Karma banks, I’d posit that our attempts to be nice to the angry boulangerie lady and my propensity for giving up my metro seat to little old ladies (seriously, why are there statistically significant instances of them on the M1 at rush hour?) were clear contributing factors, but then I’d be full of shit.