Hup Holland Hup…Go Holland Go

Great food, amazing friendly service and total relaxation are the things that the girls and I completely forgot about the moment we stepped into Venice Airport. Like most airports in Italy, Venice is totally unorganized and staffed by people who quite frankly are downright rude. Where else in the world would you approach a check in desk to find a 20 something blowing bubbles and an attitude that was so very rude it was actually funny. He might as well have had a sign above his head that read “Look, I hate my job, I hate you so just give me your f**king passport. Don’t talk to me, don’t ask me any questions. Just stand there, say nothing and then sod off so I can get back to Mama.” Like most Italian men the check in chapo will probably live at home with his mother until he is 60. That’s because he probably spends all his money on suits, having his hair done three times a week, coffee and condoms rather than mortgages.
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