a polish princess: DON'T EAT THE RED KIND

Monday, October 08, 2007

DON'T EAT THE RED KIND

I thought that kapusta meant sauerkraut but I think it means cabbage. I bought the red kind, thinking it was just the color, until I smelled it. Turns out it's pickled cabbage vs. soured. Gross.

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you know you're in polska when

"i speak a little english" either means you speak none at all or are fluent
a night of drinking consists of vodka shots and chasers
a wink doesn't mean someone's hitting on you
all the dogs have muzzles
cars stop when you're crossing the street...and they don't swear (that i know of)
cashiers sit, not stand, behind the register
everyone is eating ice cream cones
it's bad luck to thank someone for wishing you good luck
it's not unusual to pass 18 year old priests on the street
it's odd to carry a bottle of water with you
it's rare to find a clothes dryer
it's rude if you don't say goodbye before leaving the train car
it's weird if you don't have the change for your transaction
men dance
napkins are actually tissue paper
senior citizens are driving "motorbikes" around the city
sidewalk vendors are everywhere
students stand when a teacher enters the room...in state schools
the traffic light turns yellow before red and green
there's security at the grocery store
walking the sidewalk is a daily game of chicken
you can drink your yogurt
you can open the window two different ways
you don't have a shower curtain
you get excited to see a truck or an SUV
you have to leave packages in a locker if you go into another store
you have to pay for a cart at the grocery store
you have to push the store door open, not pull
you see a mack truck double pass on a road with no shoulder
you see someone wearing what you wear to the club, to work
you're addicted to nutella
your change is "handed" to you on a plate next to the register

Monday, October 08, 2007

DON'T EAT THE RED KIND

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