In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French;
I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their language.
A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain.
Mark Twain
Ég hugsa að hann hafi hitt naglann á höfuðið varðandi bankastarfsmennina. 🙂