Notes From Das Boot, 178
Sunday, August 11 / Feldkirch, Austria
Day off in the middle of nowhere, but it’s a beautiful middle of nowhere so it’s ok. While having dinner tonight in the beer garden, a waitress tapped me on the shoulder or I thought it was a tap on the shoulder. I turned around to see what she wanted and she was holding a big green bug, “this was on you.” Aaauuuuugghhhhhhhh! I jumped out of my chair, knocking it over, “what the hell is that thing!?”. “Just a bug.” She let it go and it flapped its large leathery wings and flew off obscuring the sun. The other diners stopped staring at my testosterone fueled, manly response and went back to their beer.