Threegigs
22 Apr 2008
Life / The strangest things in Poland [468]
Doors that don't close behind you. And open *inward*. Can't tell you how many times I've walked into a shop and left the door open behind me because they don't seem to know what an automatic door-closer is.
That raspberry juice so many Poles get a squirt of in their beer. Ugh!
Carp in a bathtub. 'nuff said.
Washing machines with no hot water hookup.
No screens (skeeters, I think they call 'em here) in the windows.
Shops where you have to tell someone behind the counter what you want. Everywhere.
No 24 hour convenience stores.
Roads made of patio bricks (paving stones). Hell, the entire (large) M1 shopping mall in Warsaw is paved that way. Then again, seeing the quality of the asphalt (tarmac) on the roads (too much tar, not enough stone) I can see why.
Rental cars with manual transmissions (although that's actually cool, impossible to find in the States).
Paying your bills at the post office.
Everyone seems to have a uniform *except* the postman.
It is impossible to buy a simple two-by-four (dunno if the Brits would know that one). Stud and drywall construction is nearly unknown.
People living in half-finished houses.
Cereal only in bags, never in a box.
The thinness of the aluminum foil.
An entire supermarket aisle dedicated to ketchup (catsup, whatever).
Hearing English names for goods or companies, spoken by a Pole who doesn't speak English, and who puts the emphasis on an 'odd' syllable. Most noticeable on things with 4 syllables. PENtium versus penTIum. MARLboro versus marlBORo. MIcrosoft versus 'meeKROsoft'. The Microsoft one always makes me grin, sounds like "me grow soft" to my angielski ears.
Fences everywhere.
The near absence of, or extreme prices for stainless steel kitchen utensils.
Air conditioning in a house is unknown. Freezers and ovens seem optional in kitchens, as do ?washing machines?.
Maluchs(Maluchy?), those little Fiats.
Parking on the sidewalk.
Buying milk at room temperature, that doesn't expire for 3 months.
Paying 22% tax on YEAST (drozde), for crying out loud.
A KFC in a building whose window headers have comminust labor propaganda sculpting on them.
Stop lights that seem more suited to a drag strip than public roads.
No "brewed" coffee in the coffee shops.
It's preferable to dig around your pockets and spend a minute and a half giving the cashier exact change, instead of them making change for you to speed the line along.
Bribing your doctor.
The fact that it starts to get light out at 4:00 AM in the summer. Then again, Stockholm is worse that way. Then again, you're never walking out of a bar at 4:00 AM in Stockholm, either.
The black market in Reeses' peanut butter cups.
Doors that don't close behind you. And open *inward*. Can't tell you how many times I've walked into a shop and left the door open behind me because they don't seem to know what an automatic door-closer is.
That raspberry juice so many Poles get a squirt of in their beer. Ugh!
Carp in a bathtub. 'nuff said.
Washing machines with no hot water hookup.
No screens (skeeters, I think they call 'em here) in the windows.
Shops where you have to tell someone behind the counter what you want. Everywhere.
No 24 hour convenience stores.
Roads made of patio bricks (paving stones). Hell, the entire (large) M1 shopping mall in Warsaw is paved that way. Then again, seeing the quality of the asphalt (tarmac) on the roads (too much tar, not enough stone) I can see why.
Rental cars with manual transmissions (although that's actually cool, impossible to find in the States).
Paying your bills at the post office.
Everyone seems to have a uniform *except* the postman.
It is impossible to buy a simple two-by-four (dunno if the Brits would know that one). Stud and drywall construction is nearly unknown.
People living in half-finished houses.
Cereal only in bags, never in a box.
The thinness of the aluminum foil.
An entire supermarket aisle dedicated to ketchup (catsup, whatever).
Hearing English names for goods or companies, spoken by a Pole who doesn't speak English, and who puts the emphasis on an 'odd' syllable. Most noticeable on things with 4 syllables. PENtium versus penTIum. MARLboro versus marlBORo. MIcrosoft versus 'meeKROsoft'. The Microsoft one always makes me grin, sounds like "me grow soft" to my angielski ears.
Fences everywhere.
The near absence of, or extreme prices for stainless steel kitchen utensils.
Air conditioning in a house is unknown. Freezers and ovens seem optional in kitchens, as do ?washing machines?.
Maluchs(Maluchy?), those little Fiats.
Parking on the sidewalk.
Buying milk at room temperature, that doesn't expire for 3 months.
Paying 22% tax on YEAST (drozde), for crying out loud.
A KFC in a building whose window headers have comminust labor propaganda sculpting on them.
Stop lights that seem more suited to a drag strip than public roads.
No "brewed" coffee in the coffee shops.
It's preferable to dig around your pockets and spend a minute and a half giving the cashier exact change, instead of them making change for you to speed the line along.
Bribing your doctor.
The fact that it starts to get light out at 4:00 AM in the summer. Then again, Stockholm is worse that way. Then again, you're never walking out of a bar at 4:00 AM in Stockholm, either.
The black market in Reeses' peanut butter cups.