#4 It reminded me of the story of a friend who was vacationing in Austria, and hitting the ski slopes.
He had just hopped on the lift when suddenly it stopped. He looked at the lift operator, who was pulling out a bag lunch and thermos. He had stopped the lift right on the second at his lunch break, indifferent to those riding up.
Then further up the lift, a German who was perhaps 30 feet up in the air, launched into an impressively profane rant at the operator, who just pointed at his lift hours sign, then shut his window.
My friend just hopped a foot onto the ground, but from the cafe where he got some coffee, he said he could hear the German cursing and screaming for the next half hour, until the lift started up again.
He noted that it was a textbook illustration of the difference between Austrians and Germans. |