German Comedy Gold

The prologue to this adventure is a twelve hour layover in Frankfurt, Germany. Somewhat rested after scoring upgrades to business class (though somewhat headachy after enjoying too much business class spirits) we ventured into town despite the cold and wind to see the cathedral, some museums, and the old town square. Unfortunately, the town square was dominated by the annual Christmas markets selling all manner of sugary Bavarian delights.Cold weather + overpowering sugary smells + jetlag + tired + headache = Go back to the airport early and spend the evening resting in the lounge.

However, the one good thing to come of it was the best ad-libbed joke ever:

Jessica: I've got a cut on my finger. I need to find a drug store to get a bandage.
Andrew: We're heading to the train station; we'll find one there.
Jessica: That's right. In the train stations in London you can always find a Boots.
Andrew: It's the same here, except here they're called Das Boots!

That's comedy gold!