"No," came the immediate answer.
He looked a bit upset, like a jilted girlfriend.
There was no need to even consider it, and, when he'd gone, my fingers went into a manic www.skyscanner.net frenzy. Quickly finding a suitable midnight flight from Dammam, I suddenly remembered the awful Dutch proposal to ban foreigners from using their coffee shops, so, with fingers fluttering once more, I soon found the following: http://www.amsterdamstay.com/smokingnban.html which prompted me to leap out of my seat, exit the building and run around in the sand, punching the air shouting "Yippee!" and "Halleluleya!"
The gardeners didn't know what the hell was going on and would never have understood even if I'd tried to explain because landing at Schipol then taking a train to the Prix d'Ami is one of life's pleasures that just has to be experienced.
So, thank you Mayor Eberhard van der Laan! Thank you Dutch cops! Thank you Amsterdam! And see you soon! Hasta la vista, baby!