Only in Berlin.
Aug. 2nd, 2003 03:27 amThe waitress at the pub came to my table with a third glass of beer. She leaned in close to me and said into my ear, "With compliments from the gentlemen over there." She motioned with her head toward a table across the room, at which sat two young men. They leered at me. I actually thought they were quite good-looking. Until I noticed a stack of pamphlets and a collection box between their steins. I finished up my own drink and left the pub without touching what they had sent me, though I strongly fancied the idea of strolling over and dumping it in their laps. But, of course, I do value my physical well-being. So I walked a slightly wavering line to the next pub, and wished for no more compliments.