| json_metadata | "{"app":"Musing","appTags":["people"],"appCategory":"people","appTitle":"What has been your most uncomfortable moment with a foreign person?","appBody":"<p><br></p>\n<p><img src=\"https://johnrieber.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/giant-beer.jpg\" /></p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p>Actually what I'm going to tell I do not know if it was the most uncomfortable moment that happened to me when I was the foreigner in Holland. Surely there were many worse, but this is the one I remember at this moment.</p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p>I had come to Holland to settle down to live for a few years and was in the process of decoding the rules and customs of that country.</p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p>I invited a meal in my little apartment. I had already realized that the Dutch drink a lot more alcohol than ... well ... I do not know if the Argentinians put in but I, for sure. I calculated one beer per person and half a liter of wine for the meal. I thought it was a lot of alcohol, but I remembered that it was better than not, and I do not ... I believe that at that time my budget was quite limited.</p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p>Arrive guests I serve beer. The beer disappears at lightning speed and everyone starts to look at me: and the other when it comes?</p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p>I step out announcing that the food is ready. Food = wine. With horror I begin to realize that the wine is disappearing fast as lightning and that it will not reach me in any way.</p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p>I timidly took the only possible way out. Laughing, I commented that obviously I had been wrong in the amount of beer and wine I should have had. That we were \"dry\". Quickly one of the diners got up and said: \"I go to my house to look for more wine and I come back\". I finally managed to relax, the discomfort passed and I had a good time. End of story.</p>","appDepth":2,"appParentPermlink":"fkxref285","appParentAuthor":"fabioladiaz","musingAppId":"aU2p3C3a8N","musingAppVersion":"1.1","musingPostType":"answer"}" |
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