So, I begin with looking outside at a gloomy, cloud-filled London sky and like the weather I want to rant a lil'. So, am still credit card less... even though AmEx and Scotia promised them to be here by last thursday. Its now Monday and funnily enough, the emergency card issuing office for both cards operate from 9am-5pm Eastern Standard Time- if you DO have an emergency and are in a different country, then you can call and complain but you can't speak to the emergency department. So, the Customer Service folks tell you to call back to complain again at a more convenient time (e.g. at 2 am London time!).Grrrr. You'd also figure if they are sending these "sensitive documents" with UPS or FedEx, which they both confirmed that they do, they'd have a tracking number to find out where are the cards.By my now-heavily-British-influenced-thus-oozing-with-sarcasm blog posting, I guess you can tell if I have the tracking numbers :)
Anyhoo... on a brighter note (and I thought I almost saw the sun come out but alas, it was a passing headlight!) I thought I'd write a lil' about words that make u think (if you're not from London or Germany) - Bad Essen (a spa town - NOT bad eating), Butt Strasse (BUTT road - damn, I wish I had my digi handy), Handy (a mobile phone... why "handy" 'cuz you use in in your hand, innit!), Pants (undies... not those long things that go ontop of your underwear), takin' the piss (bugging someone as opposed to emptying your bladder), Cockfosters (last station on a tube line and NOT a dirty adoption program) and last but not least... if you pronounce this drink very quickly... it sounds like... Faa-khing-er. :) I promise to write cleaner when I get to India. :)
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