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I’ve got two: one that I experienced myself and one that I’ll include from a friend. 1) The first one I experienced while living in Amsterdam. I had agreed to meet a friend of a friend and walk him around the city one day. This was a guy in his early forties, a fairly wealthy and supposedly well-educated professional. He came out of the hotel wearing an overcoat, with sweatpants, a t-shirt, white socks, and Tevas underneath, carrying a video camera through Dam square and chasing the pigeons. Since he was a cigar fan, I showed him a famous cigar store on the Damstraat. You could look through the window and see different varieties of cigars, each with a price next to the box or individual item. When he went inside, his first question to the guy behind the counter (who spoke good English) was whether the prices were in dollars or Dutch guiders. Hello! 2) A close friend used to work for Canadian customs in British Columbia, and they kept a notebook called ‘Pearls of Wisdom’ with all of the funny American tourist stories. One that comes to mind right off the bat: an American guy with his whole family piled up in the station wagon asked my friend, when crossing the border into Canada, where he could get a good deal on ‘totem pole seeds.’ He was serious.

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Name : Henri, Gender : M, Sexual Orientation : Straight, Race : White/Caucasian, Religion : Buddhist, Age : 30, City : Atlanta, State : GA, Country : United States, Occupation : Writer/Editor, Education level : Over 4 Years of College, Social class : Middle class, 

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