I remember from my pub roaming days in paris, stumbling upon a depressed US guy next to the opera. He told me that he had recently been promoted by his firm in bumfuck in some flyover state and that it was his first time out of the US.

And for some reason he thought everyone would be in awe of an actual US guy. Someone who actually had a car and electricity! But instead, nobody gave a fuck. So there he was, drowning his illusions in a pint.

By far my most surreal meeting in a bar.