A few years ago I was living in Amsterdam. Almost everyday I would walk two blocks to my local market and order a few ounces of Gouda cheese, using my best Dutch accent (it turns out to sound like CCHHOOWWDA). Then I returned to my native Los Angeles for a few days, and had occasion to go shopping at a supermarket near my former home there. As I left the market, there was a group of three or four young men sitting by the door and, as a passed, one of them said rather loudly, "CCHHOOWWDA!" What is the correct interpretation of this event. I believe I was being stalked internationally.
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