I'm always anxious about eating when I travel. Might I commit some horrible breach of etiquette or local custom? Like today, when Kellie and I were sitting in the lobby of our hotel drinking wine. The only glasses we had were the two from our room's bathroom. One of the hotel staff walked by, saw us, started babbling in French, and went into the pantry. She came back moments later carrying two wine glasses, still rambling on in French. I'm not quite sure what she was saying but I imagine it was something similar to, "Stupid Americans. What heathens, drinking wine from bathroom glasses. How did they ever become a superpower? Now I understand why they elected George Bush."
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