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Italy Update: Paying for Grocery Carts
Sep. 21st, 2009 10:14 amOkay, so: ten days in and I have learned one very VERY important thing. The use of grocery carts (or buggies, for my southern flisties) is not free in Italy. It costs one euro to free a grocery cart for use here. Now, in fairness, you get the euro back after you have returned to the cart to its little cart corral and locked it back up (the lock thingie is what releases your euro). So it's not exactly a cart fee. It's like cart rental.
In consequence, I have a grocery store euro. It lives in my wallet and is devoted to getting me grocery carts. This is definitely not how I pictured my life. But enough about me and my complete inability to get an apartment in a reasonable amount of time, plus the kiddo started school today finally and I got to the gym for the first time in like three weeks, only to find I'd gained FIVE MOTHERFUCKING POUNDS and oh yeah, I didn't die on the transatlantic flight. How're you guys?
Also, I'll be back to my writing as soon as I can get settled. The hotel room here is nice, but not exactly overflowing with quiet and privacy. Hard to write with a husband watching Time Warp and a Monster reading to you from his Encyclopedia of SuperHero History and explaining what his future HQ will look like, plus the necessary characteristics for his future sidekicks.
So share, share. What have you done, who have you mocked and should I write some more hell dimension Dru/Spike/Connor with bonus!voyeur Angel, since no one else appears to have any love for my pairing of doom?
In consequence, I have a grocery store euro. It lives in my wallet and is devoted to getting me grocery carts. This is definitely not how I pictured my life. But enough about me and my complete inability to get an apartment in a reasonable amount of time, plus the kiddo started school today finally and I got to the gym for the first time in like three weeks, only to find I'd gained FIVE MOTHERFUCKING POUNDS and oh yeah, I didn't die on the transatlantic flight. How're you guys?
Also, I'll be back to my writing as soon as I can get settled. The hotel room here is nice, but not exactly overflowing with quiet and privacy. Hard to write with a husband watching Time Warp and a Monster reading to you from his Encyclopedia of SuperHero History and explaining what his future HQ will look like, plus the necessary characteristics for his future sidekicks.
So share, share. What have you done, who have you mocked and should I write some more hell dimension Dru/Spike/Connor with bonus!voyeur Angel, since no one else appears to have any love for my pairing of doom?