Hello and welcome to this little blog about my European adventure!
The adventure starts in London, where I arrived last night. As yet, it's too early to have much of interest to report. Only two things worth mentioning:
First, long distance flying reminded me of how much I love hot towels. Seriously, how good are they? More importantly, why do you only ever get them on a plane? I think there are plenty of other situations in which they'd be the bomb. My job involves long meetings. Tell me that, after arguing over the details of some arcane bit of patent law for an hour, you wouldn't want a refreshing hot towel? Yes, I thought so.
Second, what is it with everyone smoking here? I was expecting this on the continent: being leered at by seedy Frenchmen through clouds of Gauloises smoke everywhere I went. But England? I thought Brits were practical enough to want to avoid lung cancer.
Anyway, that's enough writing for now. Time to do some actual exploring!
My bank (sorry Credit Union) is so fancy they offer espresso and hot towels to clients waiting to meet with their financial advisors. I thought it was a bit weird, until people started raving about how much they love them. I guess there are others like you out there.
ReplyDeleteI read a book called Sensation about psychological research showing how we're subconsciously influenced by our senses. In one experiment they gave people either a cup of hot coffee or cold drink to hold before they conversed with a stranger. Those holding the coffee rated the other person as more likeable: they metaphorically warmed to them more. So I can see why giving a customer espresso and hot towels might be wise before you try to sell them something.
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