old.user4556
Has a sexy sister. I am also a Bodhi wannabee.
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Ok, so I was passing through Schiphol over the weekend as I was in Prague for a stag do (oh what a city!) - what the fuck is wrong with the Dutch? What an incredibly rude and ignorant breed of people (no offence here TdC, I know you live there).
I was unaware of the stereotype until I started to ask my mates about it, and then proceeded to tell my dad who wholeheartedly agreed.
No please, no thankyou, no hello or goodbye, no holding doors open, no excuse me. One bloke threw a pack of lemons at his 7 foot tall dutch mate at high speed across the departure lounge - it missed him and I had to dive out the way or it would have hit me. He came over, picked up his lemons that were next to me, and fucked off - no "apologies mate".
Then there was the queue skipping at Edinburgh airport off the KLM flight through passport control. It was clearly marked, but a crowd of them just barged past the tensbarrier queue down to the front.
And the bloke at ABN Amro, what a cnut; I handed over my remaining 700 Kc (about £17ish give or take) and his first words to me were (in a 'schtop schtop!' accent) - what's the point in changing that back, it's barely worth anything. Well excuse me you rude fuck, but that'll get me some lunch and a magazine back in blighty - who the fuck was he to question my money changing?
Anyway, just a casual observation.
I was unaware of the stereotype until I started to ask my mates about it, and then proceeded to tell my dad who wholeheartedly agreed.
No please, no thankyou, no hello or goodbye, no holding doors open, no excuse me. One bloke threw a pack of lemons at his 7 foot tall dutch mate at high speed across the departure lounge - it missed him and I had to dive out the way or it would have hit me. He came over, picked up his lemons that were next to me, and fucked off - no "apologies mate".
Then there was the queue skipping at Edinburgh airport off the KLM flight through passport control. It was clearly marked, but a crowd of them just barged past the tensbarrier queue down to the front.
And the bloke at ABN Amro, what a cnut; I handed over my remaining 700 Kc (about £17ish give or take) and his first words to me were (in a 'schtop schtop!' accent) - what's the point in changing that back, it's barely worth anything. Well excuse me you rude fuck, but that'll get me some lunch and a magazine back in blighty - who the fuck was he to question my money changing?
Anyway, just a casual observation.