ok, here's another "funny now but horrible when it was happening" Berlin story:
Once upon a time, when I was hugely pregnant, in the middle of a super snowy winter, struggling through the massive drifts on the sidewalk to get my adorable, extremely well trained/behaved doggie some fresh air around the block he squatted & relieved himself.
I whipped out a poop-baggie & as I was attempting to gracefully preggie-bend over and scoop the poop I heard a male voice screeching behind me. I turned, slipped & fell (still with the poop-bag on my hand & of course holding the dog leash).
I looked up at my verbal-attacker, who was still yelling at me, and tried to make sense of what he was saying...apparently I needed to pick up the poop - which I was in the process of doing before he caused my fall - and my dog's urine was destroying his apartment building - just my dog's pee...no one else's...
Still on the ground , while scooping the poop (& obviously very pregnant), I tried to calmly explain that a) I always pick-up the poop & b) dog urine will not destroy a building (but maybe all the drunken idiot football fan wee & puke might ;O)
The guy just continued yelling at me. I struggled to my feet (my lovely doggie sitting calmly beside me this entire time) & the man got right up in my face...still screaming... so... I... chucked... the... open... bag... of... poop... at... his... head.
He just stood there spluttering, so I smiled my biggest Canadian smile & said "Tschüssi"
I'm pretty easy going & always try to have a pleasant expression but there is a definite limit to my try-to-be-understanding-of-others self. I honestly can't understand the behaviour here (unfortunately that's not my worst experience).
- it's been over a year since that incident & whenever I see that man I give him a big smile...he crosses the street. tee,hee!