Ain't Misbehavin'

In Salzburg I left our faux cane sofas outside another hotel were we had stopped for "afternoon rehydration" and go  inside to pay. One man at the desk scurried outside to fetch his colleague, who had been sitting with an older couple just near us. He arrived, apologising, and explained he was with his parents. It was his father's birthday tomorrow. As he himself would be working, they had come to visit him.

 I paid and going back outside, approached the couple, acknowledged the woman, then swooped in on the man, said "Happy Birthday for Tomorrow' ... And kissed his cheek. He smiled and laughed. So did his wife. So did I. Woodsie somewhat glowered at me. "Did you just kiss a complete stranger?"

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Just near an entrance to the beautiful Mirabell Gardens, three men with a large white POLIZEI van kept a keen eye on pesky tourists. Two sat inside; one stood nearby. I wanted my photo taken with that one. Robert protested when I handed him the camera. "Do you have to, it's embarrassing.". I approached my target. He pointed to a nearby tourist officer. "information," he growled. When I explained, he looked seriously at me, then put his arm around my shoulder, and asked, "you 'vont' me to smile?"

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On our Sound of Music tour, Woodsie thought two women in mid 20s may be Australian. At one stop, I sidled up and said, "Vegemite.". An Australian accent replied, "you know or are you just guessing?" * * * * * The tour offered an opportunity for a toboggan ride. My sled was hooked up and I was towed unceremoniously up backwards. Unsure of what would happen, I was singing, "The Hills are Alive, to the Sound of Screaming, Aahh, Aaahh, Aaahhh, Aarrhhhh!!!"

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