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oh, snow!

warning: German keyboard. This may get wonky, as I am a touch typist.

I left Rothenburg after a nice walk through town this morning and some shopping. Tat: acquired. I blame Jaine Fenn and the rest of the Milford '05 crew for making me lust for tat now. I used to not buy silly little touristy items until they made me see the glory in them. I did not buy a cuckoo clock magnet, though, which I may regret. Nor did I buy a cuckoo clock at all, even though I thought about it very hard, to the point of pricing them and then actually looking at them all in earnest.

The thing is, a tasteful cuckoo clock just seems pointless.

I dropped my luggage at my hotel and then drove the stupid summer tire car off to the airport, where I left it with Hertz. Then I had lunch at a, believe it or not, taco stand. The other choice was McDonald's. Nice vegetarian tacos of dubious Mexicanness, indeed.

While I was eating, a man pointed at my other chair and asked if he could have it (in English, accented). (I was tweeting at the time, which on my old school phone is like a 6-minute chore, minimum.) At first I thought he wanted the chair for another table because he had a large group, but no group was forthcoming, and he sat down instead of taking the chair. Cue uncomfortableness. I continued my tweet rather than make conversation.

The fellow looked increasingly agitated, finally stood up and said, "I go now."

"Uh, sure, bye."

"It's better for me. It's better for you, too, maybe... I don't cheat you."

Say what?

I had that brief spurt of fear, wondering if he'd managed to take something from me and I didn't even notice. But everything I owned was back at the hotel or buried under three layers of clothing, except for a handful of euros in my pocket and the phone in my hand. And my tacos. GOOD LUCK, BUDDY. I'm not that easy a mark. Which was clearly what he was telling me, so maybe I won. I know I'll be extra careful at the airport with all my stuff tomorrow.

I finished up, called the hotel shuttle, waited inside on super alert for more criminal activity for ten minutes... waited outside in the SO COLD OMG for ten minutes after that, and came back to my still unclean hotel room. I'd checked in early, and my room was not cleaned, but I thought, "Hey, I checked in early." But it was still not clean more than two hours later. I went down to use the free internet... and here we are.

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beth_bernobich
Dec. 1st, 2010 03:58 pm (UTC)
It's custom in Germany to share tables with strangers if there aren't other seats free. (Or if they happen to like that seat better.) That said, his behavior was rather odd.
merriehaskell
Dec. 1st, 2010 04:11 pm (UTC)
Well, and I knew that from one of my guidebooks, but there were a dozen tables free.
beth_bernobich
Dec. 1st, 2010 04:43 pm (UTC)
Very odd. Was he trying to pick you up? (His English sounds minimal, so I wouldn't read anything into "cheat" though.)
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merriehaskell
Dec. 1st, 2010 04:37 pm (UTC)
Eek.
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beth_bernobich
Dec. 1st, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)
When I lived in Germany, I heard more than once that Europeans think American women are "easy pickups." That was thirty years ago, though, so I have no idea if that's still true.

mrgeddylee
Dec. 1st, 2010 04:30 pm (UTC)
I was briefly wondering why you decided to get a tattoo in Germany. I am glad you clarified the point. Or perhaps I am merely misreading you.
merriehaskell
Dec. 1st, 2010 04:35 pm (UTC)
Tat is the British word for cheap tourist junk. Aiee.
dannimal
Dec. 2nd, 2010 11:37 am (UTC)
You are not British.
ckd
Dec. 1st, 2010 05:04 pm (UTC)
She wanted to get a tattoo to remember her brief romance with Table Sharing Guy. :-)
dannimal
Dec. 2nd, 2010 11:37 am (UTC)
What he said.
cathshaffer
Dec. 1st, 2010 05:16 pm (UTC)
Maybe he was frustrated because he couldn't get your attention for the con he was trying to do on you? That is pretty creepy.
shekkara
Dec. 1st, 2010 07:54 pm (UTC)
I second the attempted pick-up. Since you were ignoring him he didn't know what to do. (Though a con-job isn't out of the question, either.) I always seem to have at least one pick-up encounter when I'm in Europe.
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