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Well, I couldn't answer nature's call at Hopfgarten. Every time I thought I found a place (behind a trees, behind some bushes, etc.), there was usually either a young couple making out or people sleeping.
I noticed this elevator. Partly because I was drunk, and partly because I was desperate, I saw the similarities between a restroom and an elevator.
No, what you just saw wasn't bad. It's when the elevator door opened before I was finished that was bad. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't expedite the deed. Needless to say, the German mommy, with the baby on her left arm and her small, young boy holding her right hand, dropped her jaw.
You've got to understand. I had a minimal dinner the night before in Berlin because there were no restaurants nearby where I stayed. Because I had to catch an early flight this very morning, I had no breakfast. This means Hofbrauhaus was my only source of nourishment: an extra super-sized beer.