It doesn’t pay to panic
- At June 05, 2012
- By Nathan
- In Meeting Needs
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It was a set-up.
The young man hobbling towards us on crutches seemed to be eager to help. He appeared to be harmless. He didn’t look like a card-carrying member of the local mafia. On the contrary, he was friendly. He smiled. We forgot that the bad guys rarely look bad. He spoke in broken English with a charming and delightful accent. Surely, here was someone we could trust. Someone who was happy to help out a handful of tourists who couldn’t speak the language and were looking for the local McDonald’s restaurant.
It can’t be far away. Maybe we should ask someone how to get there. Hey, that guy over there speaks a little English. Why don’t we ask him?
If is fair to say that friendliness is what we expected. We had read the tourist pamphlets which, of course, all tend to say the same thing no matter where you plan to go on the planet: “Everyone in Death Valley, etc. is so friendly.” From all the advertising you would think that the “friendlies” had taken over the world. So as our new friend quickly offered to guide us to the golden arches, we all followed right along. And for some reason an image of a group of young sheep now comes to mind.
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