Entschuldigung?

Took the train to Stuttgart today. (So no more waffles or chocolate. But at least there's still good beer.) With my Eurail pass I travel first class, so I'm surrounded by suits & laptops. Watching them do their business thang, I was reminded of that old Kids in the Hall sketch about little Billy (or Bobby or Kevin) who brought home a stray business man & asked his mom if he could keep him. His mom agreed, and so they named him "Mr. Stevenson." For a while they thought it was cute to watch Mr. Stevenson try to exchange business cards & set up meetings with people, but they became concerned when he kept trying to hail taxis outside their home. Ultimately, they ended up driving Mr. Stevenson down to Bay St. (Toronto's Wall St.) where they set him free. They watched him run up to all the other business men & exchange their business cards. After a minute or two, all of the business men hailed a taxi together & drove off to a meeting. Billy was sad, but he knew he did the right thing by letting Mr. Stevenson go free. He'd be happier among his own kind.

ANYWAYS, so with that running through my head, I kept giggling at all the suits. Well, until one of them tried to steal my seat when I went for a coffee. Not funny, Herr Stevenson. Not funny at all.

Has this ever happened to you? I got in a cab when I reached Stuttgart, and when I told the driver where I needed to go, he just looked at me and said, "scheisse." Um, ok?