Expat dating den haag

15-Apr-2016 12:44

Today was a day when I thought briefly, I should just pack this whole show up and take my ass back to America.I had to pay a visit to the local Zollamt (tax office) to potentially pay duties on a package I received from the States.Living in Germany, occasionally I suffer from bouts of homesickness.Missing home varies from day to day but it’s usually tied to an unpleasant experience and how hormonal I am.Because the Zollamt, or any Amt in Germany, is always an interesting and a drawn out experience.Long story short I am finally called forward after checking in and waiting with all the other schmucks that don’t support the German economy.Now don’t get me wrong, I can handle myself in these situations, I typically ask someone to translate for me or I can call a friend to translate over the phone but I am extra confused because I could have sworn I overheard him talking in English to the person ahead of me.

The person who has to inspect my package and assess the tax due on my items was some skinny dude with a ponytail, bad teeth and a tooth pick in his mouth.I could smell his tobacco cologne from the waiting room, he didn’t look pleasant but I walk up to him and greet him with a smile.In German I ask him to please slow down because despite living in Germany, my German is not so good.He doesn’t slow down, but continues to ask me questions but just at a louder tone. So at this point he is screaming at me, the same sentence over and over, I know some words and I am close to figuring it out but something breaks in my head and I am paralyzed in confusion.I received a notice because my package was from an online retailer and Germany wanted to collect their VAT (value added tax).

The person who has to inspect my package and assess the tax due on my items was some skinny dude with a ponytail, bad teeth and a tooth pick in his mouth.I could smell his tobacco cologne from the waiting room, he didn’t look pleasant but I walk up to him and greet him with a smile.In German I ask him to please slow down because despite living in Germany, my German is not so good.He doesn’t slow down, but continues to ask me questions but just at a louder tone. So at this point he is screaming at me, the same sentence over and over, I know some words and I am close to figuring it out but something breaks in my head and I am paralyzed in confusion.I received a notice because my package was from an online retailer and Germany wanted to collect their VAT (value added tax).Fair enough, I went to the office, with my receipts printed out, listing all the items and their value and knew it would be an interesting morning.