| Makes sense. You'd be amazed the things football fans say to you on the train pretty much anywhere but Kreuzberg. (RIP Jetpak Alternative <3) I really hate stereotypes but if you want a funny mental image, picture someone assuming you're a Nazi because you're dressed in all black, bald, and muscular, because they have no grasp of history and don't know there were multiple kinds of skinhead. Picture them speaking in German, you don't reply. Then assuming you're French, speaking in French (both times having some poor bastard commuter translate as you sit poker faced). Then they try Russian for some reason. Then when they finally speak in English assuming you're British you loudly say "What the fuck? I'm not a royalist and I'm not a Nazi - get away from me before I put your head through the fucking window!" and having them exclaim "He's American!!" and _literally running off_ the train as one of the few non football people who translated and the ticket taker start laughing. I guess morons like that don't know that they check us for guns at the airport, but there's a special joy in doing a little finger gun through the window as some dumbass runs off to wait 30 minutes for the next train and hopes someone like me on the platform doesn't just throw him in front of the next one if he ever says those thoughts aloud again... Anyways sorry for the wall of text, but Germany (and the rest of the EU) was really nice to visit - us Americans don't get much vacation so we get very grumpy when it's interrupted, and these types are TOTAL ASSHOLES. |