|I lived in the Netherlands between May and December of 2000, and between August 2003 and January 2005.|| |
But I couldn't find anything to eat. Nothing appealed to me.
I had left the train station thinking that I was going to go out in Dutch leaving the English language behind for the evening. I had declined to buy an International Herald Tribune, while I was there at the station.
I couldn't find anything that I wanted to eat. I did see a place that looked good, a cafe (which, in Holland, is a pub,) and I remembered it.
I decided to go back to the train station, get the newspaper, and eat at Burger King.
At Burger King, I was in queue* and when I got to the counter it seemed to me that the queue had gone mysteriously defunct. Somebody behind me shifted over to the next queue, and I started to wonder.
I had to ask of the girl at the next cash-register whether or not there was still somebody on this one. She said that yeah, he's busy. Her demeanor was a little bit hostile, but I understood because that kind of question in English automatically sounds conflictive. I said that I was just asking. I smiled at her, and she smiled.
Soon the fellow on this register came back; he'd been busy. Working hard, in fact. I asked him for the Whopper voordeelmenu, met Coke, normal size, with ketchup and a bit of salt. He charged me for the ketchup, and gave me mayonnaise. That's what's normal, so it was an honest mistake.