Friet Time
When in Amsterdam for business (or pleasure), you must try to live life to the foolest and enjoy some friet time!
Shortly after I snapped this photo, a seagull swooped down from out of nowhere and knocked this very friet tray out of my hand, splattering the contents all over my camera and clothes. One of the good friet pimps at the “Friet Bordello” ran to my rescue with a handful of paper napkins and, after apologizing for the foul behavior of the local fowl, offered me a free friet replacement. This I gladly accepted (after first cleaning myself up, so a not to make myself a subject of public ridicule, any more than I already was). Who can resist some free friets, ay!? Certainly not seagulls!
Friet Time
When in Amsterdam for business (or pleasure), you must try to live life to the foolest and enjoy some friet time!
Shortly after I snapped this photo, a seagull swooped down from out of nowhere and knocked this very friet tray out of my hand, splattering the contents all over my camera and clothes. One of the good friet pimps at the “Friet Bordello” ran to my rescue with a handful of paper napkins and, after apologizing for the foul behavior of the local fowl, offered me a free friet replacement. This I gladly accepted (after first cleaning myself up, so a not to make myself a subject of public ridicule, any more than I already was). Who can resist some free friets, ay!? Certainly not seagulls!