To my friends in GB:
I've just met a cutest British girl around here. It happened while I was checking Yamaha Dragstar 1100 parked in the middle of the street. I caught her figure with the end of my eye just before it was too late, so we didn't crash in to each other. Apparently, she was standing and looking for someone to ask for directions. Or, it looked like that, but she allowed five people to pass and not approaching them. Anyway, she stepped forward and said something I didn't hear.

Then:
She - Do you speak English?
Me - A little bit...
She - (Eye rolls) We are looking for a bank machine, do you understand?
Me - You mean the ATM?
She - (Blink) Yes... I tried that one over there and it refused my card...
Me - Which bank is your card from?
She - ....some name... It's a British bank...
Me - OK, then you should try foreign banks, like Reiffeisen or Societe General... Their ATM's should work fine... Come, I'll show you...
She - Thanks, let's go...

And the story goes on, until the point where her girl friend steps in and urges her not to go, blah, blah, ... I did not want to persuade her, who knows what they think of us locals, so I wished her luck and said goodbye...
So, what I did next? I went to the ATM where I was already going before I even met her, because I needed some money too... That was the reason I was on the street in this heat in the first place :)

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