In Romania, I often walk in a shop and the (not so) gracious woman there supposed to sell me something seems bothered. I clearly feel I ruined her day. In The Netherlands, its quite the opposite: I am often met with such incredible excitement, that I could almost believe that for the woman in front of me, seeing my face is the best thing she were hoping for this month and that selling me a sandwich is her mission in life. Occasionally, the happiness is so great that I see no other explanation than the possibility that we might have met before. A moment of analysis tells me this is not the case. Anyway, cannot decide whether I prefer the bothered face or the absolute happiness. Both are so so so awkward. And while the bothered face seems easy to ignore, this plastic excitement is so exhausting...
Posted on: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 10:48:25 +0000
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