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…and hanging around reception waiting for 7:30–the dinner bell. Along comes this scraggly-haired fellow wearing euro-trash glasses. He has a determined stride to his step as he approaches reception. Once there he plops down a piece of paper and tells the attendant that he, “Expects an answer tonight! Not tomorrow, tonight!” Continuing in his Dutch accent I hear him say something or another is unacceptable and that, “It’s not the way we do it in Europe!”
We’re about 3 degrees south of the equator. Pretty sure we’re not in Kansas anymore, let alone Europe.