Americans, I love you, but really? We are at the point of “somebody somewhere experienced a slight discomfort, so roll the presses”?
Discomfort
Opinions, art, debate
Opinions, art, debate
Americans, I love you, but really? We are at the point of “somebody somewhere experienced a slight discomfort, so roll the presses”?
Clarissa's Blog 
“Discomfort”
Okay, here’s something to really be upset about….
I’m not quite sure why this exists beyond wanting to offend both Italians and Poles at the same time……
(if it doesn’t bother you as it is, just mentally change ‘pierogi’ to ‘varenniki’….)
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We bought third-class train tickets from Saigon to Nha Trang once. It was fantastic! The cars had wooden benches and ceiling fans, open windows, and a squatty potty at the end of each car that took real skill to use while the train was swaying down the tracks. When we got on the train, we carefully stowed our bags on the rack above the seats. Then the next bunch of people got on, chucked our luggage on the floor, put their stuff on the rack, and found seats. Then the ticket guys came by and told us we couldn’t have our luggage on the floor, so we all got up and re-jiggered the luggage rack until everything fit, because the train wasn’t going anywhere until all the bags were stowed. Everybody was happy in the end, we made no enemies, and our seatmates– total strangers to us– shared food around with us on the six-hour trip. We suspect mostly just to see how the roundeyes would react to green mango in chili/fish sauce (it’s delicious!). Best train trip ever. The official train lunch was amazingly awful (“train food” has entered the family lexicon as a descriptor for inedible things), and when people are done eating they shove their trash out the windows.
Amtrak… meh. The one time I traveled by train in the US, it was extremely boring, and I felt like it’d shake my teeth out.
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