An old grudge

Stepping off the metro, a short haired woman in her sixties waives to me and grabs me by the arm towards the bus map.

She and her husband, German tourists dressed in white tee shirts, are at loss: he staring at the city map in his hands; she pointing at the the pink and green criss cross of bus lines.

She speaks to me in English, asking her way. I answer with more questions to understand where they want to go.

And then he gets annoyed, barks away at her, showing his map which doesn't seem to indicate where they want to go. And then he starts barking at me.

"Sir," I say "I speak English, I don't speak German" I am annoyed and my tone is reflecting somehow his.

I turn to his wife and we exchange a few words ignoring him.

Now I know where they are going.

I lead the way with a crisp no non sense attitude.

In English, the man says: Sorry for that.