
Well, our "American" story while we were in London took place while we were checking in at our hotel. There was a man there and was screaming at the lady at the desk. When I write screaming, I am not exaggerating. The whole lobby could hear him and it was horrifyingly embarrassing. He was yelling so much in fact that a British gentleman told him that he didn't need to yell at her because it wasn't necessary. He told him just to talk to her. The American man told him it was none of his business; to which, the other man replied, "your yelling has made it it everyone's business." So here is the kicker. The American man said, "we saved your asses in WWII buddy and don't you forget it." Both Jenny P and I literally gasped and apologized to the lady who was helping us telling her that we are not all like that. I even told her that I didn't think that I saved anyone's ass.
I will be happy to return to America where the only person I represent if I am an ass is myself. It's a weird thing to be thankful for, but I am thankful nonetheless. Jennifer and I were talking about it again today, so it obviously affected us both. The lady helping us reassured us that not all of them think that all of us are like that. I kind of think that she HAD to say that because she is customer service. I hope that she was being genuine.
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