The rules are the rules are the rules are the rules.
Yes. If you are German, this is so.
Dot the “i”s and cross the “t”s, everything has to be just so.
You cannot deviate from the rules, or the unthinkable will happen. What the unthinkable is, I still don’t know.
I once went to the Berlin Festival at Tempelhof with a friend from London. She had just had clear braces fitted, and so could only drink clear drinks for a while.
She went to the bar, she wanted a vodka tonic. However, the menu said just gin and tonic, or vodka and lemonade.
She asked for a vodka and tonic. The bar woman said this was not possible. They just sold gin & tonic, vodka & lemonade. Both were 6€.
My friend said this was stupid, how could she not have a vodka and tonic. What was the difference, they were both the same price.
But the woman held strong. No. It was just gin & tonic, or vodka & lemonade. That was what was on the menu, that was what was available. So my friend got a gin & tonic, and came back to where I was sat.
“It’s no joke about the Germans being sticklers for the rules!” she said, and told me what had happened at the bar.
I laughed. “Welcome to Germany!”