Monday, February 19, 2018

Dutch telephone trouble

When calling any business in the Netherlands, it was typical to get a recorded message. And naturally, everything’s in Dutch.

I understand: “Press one for [something, something], press two for [hunh?], and press three for [yikes!].”

My strategy was to stab at the keypad at random and just hope not to get disconnected.

Yet even when I got a receptionist on the line, it wasn’t always easy. Here’s an actual transcript of my attempt at making an appointment:

Me: You are located on the Geldropseweg, correct?

Receptionist: No!

Me: Really, it’s not the Geldropseweg?

Receptionist: No. We are on the [in a more guttural accent] GEL-DROP-SE-WEG.

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