A Notary who commented on our blog had a nice story to tell.

He went to a signing. The wife came out with a plate of heavenly Danish pastries that were out of this world. She brought freshly brewed coffee as well. Then after the signing, it was a bit icy, so the husband accompanied the Notary to his car. Such hospitality. These little things mean a lot to Notaries.

It reminds me of my trip to Denmark where the gas station had an elaborate display of many varietals of Danish pastries, and the Police Office (where I reported one of their many heroin addicts) was filled with elegant Swedish style furniture. When you travel, you see the world in a new way. Why can’t we be more like Denmark and have heroin addicts roaming the streets with their needles? If only we lived in a fair world.