what is your problem, Italy?
now i am not going to sit here, on this little blue swivel chair and dictate how i think people should behave in the wide world of customer service and tourism, hospitality...however...i do know a little bit about the subject.
upon arrival into rome we were greeted by stupid stares, taxi drivers that wanted to rip us off and people who would have rather have lost a limb instead of assisting us with things like: directions; coffee; fruit; toilet paper; change...etc
now, one could say that it is my hospitality karma coming straight back at me, or, one could also say that it is just because Italians have been raped for too long and too hard in the tourism and hospitality sector that their hyperthetical arses are aching and they just cant stand another freakin poke!
i attempted to buy a pair of sandals yesterday and was yelled at for accidentally walking down a flight of stairs which was obviously private and obviously contained some kind of illegal italian pasta making ring, then i was publically humiliated for not understanding the small sign which was written in italian saying please do not go down the stairs
then...i was yelled at for not asking the permission of the smoke selling guy to touch his playing cards that were encased in a glass window which was open mind you...he then proceeded to again, publicly humilate me, though worse than the prior. he proceeded to say that i had no brains, and as if i would go into a shop in my own country, open the counter and go through it...in shock i had no response. seriously...what on earth could you say in response to such a cock sucker?
then we were yelled at in an art exhibition, ignored in an archeology museum and knocked about on the metro.
basically i am ashamed of having given any of my freakin euros to this cunt of a city.
its people - bar the amazingly wonderful susanna are horrible, staring, dumb dumbs and they can kiss my increasingly smaller and smaller in size arse.
eff you italy
off to croatia tomorrow and maybe straight to montenagro to chill in a beach side shack for a week.
tonight we will celebrate leaving this god foresaken place, and i pray that i will never, ever have to return here, ever ever again.
upon arrival into rome we were greeted by stupid stares, taxi drivers that wanted to rip us off and people who would have rather have lost a limb instead of assisting us with things like: directions; coffee; fruit; toilet paper; change...etc
now, one could say that it is my hospitality karma coming straight back at me, or, one could also say that it is just because Italians have been raped for too long and too hard in the tourism and hospitality sector that their hyperthetical arses are aching and they just cant stand another freakin poke!
i attempted to buy a pair of sandals yesterday and was yelled at for accidentally walking down a flight of stairs which was obviously private and obviously contained some kind of illegal italian pasta making ring, then i was publically humiliated for not understanding the small sign which was written in italian saying please do not go down the stairs
then...i was yelled at for not asking the permission of the smoke selling guy to touch his playing cards that were encased in a glass window which was open mind you...he then proceeded to again, publicly humilate me, though worse than the prior. he proceeded to say that i had no brains, and as if i would go into a shop in my own country, open the counter and go through it...in shock i had no response. seriously...what on earth could you say in response to such a cock sucker?
then we were yelled at in an art exhibition, ignored in an archeology museum and knocked about on the metro.
basically i am ashamed of having given any of my freakin euros to this cunt of a city.
its people - bar the amazingly wonderful susanna are horrible, staring, dumb dumbs and they can kiss my increasingly smaller and smaller in size arse.
eff you italy
off to croatia tomorrow and maybe straight to montenagro to chill in a beach side shack for a week.
tonight we will celebrate leaving this god foresaken place, and i pray that i will never, ever have to return here, ever ever again.
posted by Jelkie at 1:40 AM
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