I’m on the road again so I leave my hotel room about 7:00 am and get on the elevator to go to the lobby. I’m staying on the 18th floor the elevator stops at the 17th a European guy gets on the elevator and we continue down. I say European most probably German because he is white, nearly 50, about 6’5”, and has big fat hairy gut reminiscent of smartt. I know this because he is clad in only a Speedo and towel over his shoulder. As we go further down we gain more and more people and he inches closer and closer to me. Until we are nearly face to face (more like chest to face) and I decide to ease the awkward feeling by starting a conversation. I say “Günter in the US it is considered unacceptable for a man to wear a Speedo.” He said, “How did you know my name was Günter?” “Lucky guess.” I replied, “Do you think you could point that thing in another direction?”