So I went to the bakery on the corner of my block this morning to get some chocolate croissants on my way to the train station. It was 7:45. There were two women behind the various counters when I got outside the bakery. I pushed on the door and it didn’t budge. Puzzled, I knocked on the glass. One of the women looked at me and held up eight fingers, “Eight. We open at eight.”
They open at eight. THEY’RE A DAMN BAKERY!!! They get to work at like 2:00am! Why the hell do they wait until 8:00am to open! Who the hell is going to get their morning croissant and coffee or whathaveyou at freaking 8am? By that time all the good Dutch people are on a train or in a car or on a bike on their way to work (so they can all leave at 4:30 or 5:00 on the dot).