Go Blue. Beating that old Trum

 

After shopping, the plan was to go to the Dairy Queen in Howell, but since Scott was hungry, we went to MacDonalds instead, and after that, we wouldn't have been able to fit any ice cream. Back home it was.

In the evening we went (again) to eat at Knights and to celebrate Scott's upcoming birthday as well. I took the steak and since you could choose any side dish, I chose the fruit salad. Scott once again had onion rings with his steak, and Scott's mom had baked potatoes with her fish. All the steaks were accompanied by the usual vitamin shot in this country - overcooked and unseasoned vegetables. No wonder Americans don't appreciate veggies if they're served such miserable carrots and green beans. Oh, and since it was birthday, we got a dessert for free. Creme Brulee :)

But I really wanted to write about public toilets once again. OMG - those giant cracks between the door and the wall, from where you can just casually look in, what is being done on the toilet... Just the other day, there was such a gap in one place that I could fit three fingers there side by side. And the annoying self-flushing, where during one session this damn toilet can be rinsed three times. And then those where the toilet does not have a lid (in other words, ALL the public toilets), but to press the button to flush you have to bend over the toilet more or less just having your face above the toilet. In this country, even with the best of intentions, it is not possible to use a public toilet without inhaling the flushing drops. And the toilet paper rolls are still about knee high. The only positive things are that there is a free toilet in more or less every major store, and there is usually a larger stall that you can use without touching the walls or the toilet seat.

By the way, we went to TJ Maxx one day and a message came over the speakers to keep social distance from other visitors. US sems to be still living in 2022.

I can't remember right now if I already wrote that TJ Maxx has a new line of scented candles. Suitable for the housewife who doesn't like to cook, but would like the house to always smell like mashed potatoes. The new varieties were mashed potatoes and Mac'n'cheese. While the mac'n'cheese still had a more or less ok smell, the Americans' mashed potatoes smelled as horrible as their gray oatmeal cooked without salt tastes. I would however understand if they offered fried potatoes and onion scented candle. That already has a good ring on it.