Cloakroom
Visitors
This afternoon I visited The Lublin Province Museum and The Chapel of the Holy Trinity.
A uniformed man forced me to leave my jacket at the cloakroom. I suffered from the cold, but modest suffering can be uplifting.
I counted more guards than visitors in the museum.
At exactly 3 p.m. a middle-aged lady opened the door to the chapel. I spent thirty minutes in the chapel with the middle-aged woman and a Polish couple.
My plan was to visit the synagogue after the chapel, but it had started snowing.
Instead of going to the synagogue I went to hotel Europa.
“Do you have a bar?” I asked a lady at the front desk.
“Go one floor down,” she said.
I went to the basement, but there was no bar. There was a bathroom, and some offices.
Finally I found the bar in a dark corner on the ground floor.
There were many waiters and waitresses, but I was the only guest.
Amsterdam
So a friend of mine and I visited Amsterdam. We saw many great things and walked many miles. Somewhere at 4pm we ended up in a hipster bar at Rembrandt's Square. A black polyester horse with a lamp shade on its head and a waiter dressed in black welcomed us. The place was lit by an enormous amount of candles and the odd ceiling light. They played some easy-listening lounge.I drank some Bock beer (because they ran out of white beer) and my lady friend had a sugary caffee latté. After 20 minutes our waiter came to our table and said "I'm sorry, but could you clear your bill, since it is time for me to go home and my boss wants all my open orders to be closed." We said "fine" and paid.
Then the manager dimmed the lights to a strict minimum. The friendly waiter who had greeted us upon entrance had been replaced by a new, black waiter who was barely noticable in this darkness.
My friend asked "Why does it have to be so freaking dark in here?" and I said that I had asked the manager to do so. I leaned over the table and took her hand, stroked it and said "I wanted to ask you this: will you marry me". She pulled her hand back and said "Don't act like this. Why do you always behave so strangely. Can't you be normal."
I said "What's normal? People do these kinds of things in places like this." She said that they didn't and told me to look around. I had to admit. She was right, so we left.
Dens
David Hume's Essays, Moral and Political, 1742, :"Beauty in things exists merely in the mind which contemplates them."
One day a woman will appreciate the question and say yes.
And you stay polite …
(Remarkable)
(I'll drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam)
The Truth
I feel I must add that my question was uttered as a jest. There is no way I am a brave or gutsy man by any means. Surely, I jest.Amsterdamned
@DensThen, it was a nice story to tell.
Keep on jesting !
Dens
A jest ? Or some empirical research?Nice story.
@Mieke
Of course, everything is empirical research, but sometimes you want the experiment to end a certain way and sometimes you just want to hear that bang, right?You naughty boy, forever.
