Counting the little differences
22/03/08 16:37
Integration
starts early. The airplane personel aboard the DL69
from Copenhagen to Atlanta were by no means young,
good-looking, or predominantly female. Rather, they
were middle-aged, and wonderfully differing in shape,
size, and color. One looked like anybody's granny,
another like some rich guy's butler or driver, and
yet another like your average middle-class
big'n'burly BBQ American. Interestingly, the only
true beer-bellied rednecks and bullnecked footballers
aboard were all Swedes.
Everywhere, service is at the fore. The stewardesse aboard the plane commended me on my choice of beverage - a tiny bottle of Jacob's Creek red wine. "Excellent choice, sir," she said, "this one is new on the menu, and actually quite good." I'm not sure if that meant that the other wines on offer were quite poor, but frankly I didn't really care. I just sat enjoying my moment of feeling just a little bit special.
Foodstuffs tend to be sugary or greasy - or both. Aboard the plane they served potato chips and soft drinks as an appetizer before lunch, and when we decided on the healthy choice of grits (a porridge-like, corn-based substance) for breakfast at a local Atlanta diner, they served it floating in a sea of melted butter. Kristian has proposed spinning at hotel gyms to help burn off calories, but I think I'll just go for plain fat. Anyway, it'd be a new experience.
After food comes toilet. I know the subject might be somewhat offensive to you, but I simply have to mention the high water levels they keep in their toilet boils over here. Not only is it a complete waste of water, it is also an open invitation to inspect your own poop. Not always the most pleasant of invitations after a diet consisting mostly of fats and sugars. But don't worry, I won't go there. Instead, I'll leave you with the non-image of the delicious banana split cum sunday fudge cum caramel and whipped cream snack Kristian treated me to in downtown Athens today.
Everywhere, service is at the fore. The stewardesse aboard the plane commended me on my choice of beverage - a tiny bottle of Jacob's Creek red wine. "Excellent choice, sir," she said, "this one is new on the menu, and actually quite good." I'm not sure if that meant that the other wines on offer were quite poor, but frankly I didn't really care. I just sat enjoying my moment of feeling just a little bit special.
Foodstuffs tend to be sugary or greasy - or both. Aboard the plane they served potato chips and soft drinks as an appetizer before lunch, and when we decided on the healthy choice of grits (a porridge-like, corn-based substance) for breakfast at a local Atlanta diner, they served it floating in a sea of melted butter. Kristian has proposed spinning at hotel gyms to help burn off calories, but I think I'll just go for plain fat. Anyway, it'd be a new experience.
After food comes toilet. I know the subject might be somewhat offensive to you, but I simply have to mention the high water levels they keep in their toilet boils over here. Not only is it a complete waste of water, it is also an open invitation to inspect your own poop. Not always the most pleasant of invitations after a diet consisting mostly of fats and sugars. But don't worry, I won't go there. Instead, I'll leave you with the non-image of the delicious banana split cum sunday fudge cum caramel and whipped cream snack Kristian treated me to in downtown Athens today.
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