Please don’t take my negative comments out of context and think I’m one of those expatriate Viennese that likes to suck up the resources while constantly slagging the town and its inhabitants. However, I wanted to write down what happened to me today and point at it in the future and say, “see this? This here is a typical Vienna experience.” And just to be fair, this story has a quintessential Vienna happy ending.
So, let’s say I needed a medically-related device or supply for my daughter. I was told to go to a chain of medical supply stores where they carry said supplies. I was told by my doctor to get a specific size of this supply and that it was very important that I get that specific size.
I head off with my infant daughter, my wife, my toddler child in a stroller, pushing through the cold rain. We arrive on Mariahilferstraße, enter the store — let’s call it “B” and are quickly given what we need. We notice the size, which is not the size we need, and say, “is it possible to get the specific size we want?”