Dew tell..
Only time I can remember.. being poisoned, with-avarice-aforethought
(Sell! this little Schweinefleischkotelett before it takes over the fridge and holds the rutabagas hostage)
-- was in
Germany.
(She really Did 'suggest' the little cutlet. Especially.) Hah! silly-moi.
And, being enroute to the Sane lands of Danmark, this mal de merde natch caused me to have to crawl into a motor-hostelry -also in Germany- at ~Kassel (just off the 'bahn).
Somewhat atoning for this nasty hausfrau in her tiny "restaurant" .. was the perfection of the folks at This gasthaus: to my mumbled polyglot, late-night requests for tea, toast, ice cream (!) and ?knoze what else the immune system seemed to crave, when guts were emptied - they responded with alacrity. And initially.. got me to my room with minimal verbal exchanges, toot suite (a really cute trumpet piece).
The true meaning of TIPS: To Insure Perfect/Prompt Service. Done.
Kinda cancels-out. But ... still!
