Hey Eric, you've been vindicated! :mrgreen:

[renter]

Awesome!

[Mary Hatch Bailey]

I remember when I first encountered the 'Ugly American'. Mr. Bailey and I were scrubbed, shiny new Newlyweds on a trip to Montreal. We were at a lovely Morrocan restaurant called la Modena -- swathed in gorgeous carpets, sat on leather tuffets, great food. A big, fat pig of an American called over a waiter to get an ashtray put out his cigarette (OK, this was the 80s) and the waiter couldn't get it to him in time, so he ground his butt out on the carpet.

It was a seminal moment -- we said to ourselves: 'selves, we're not going to be that guy.