It’s because when posting links, I go to the site I’m linking to, which means I’ll probably look around there a bit, and maybe follow one of their links, and read around a bit, and then I might find another link to check out, and…… suddenly 10:15 pm becomes 11:45 pm and I still haven’t published my post.
Today, I blame the Tortenguss. When I looked for more info on “the guss,” I found Mausi’s expat blog and was drawn in by her refrigerator story. Like most Americans, I had noticed the absence of ice cubes in drinks right away when I first moved to Germany. No biggie — most beverages served at restaurants are served
cold cool anyways. Over the years though, little peculiarities kind of creep in without you consciously noticing them. Mausi put into words what I have noticed, but was unable to articulate — that whole “if your drink is too cold you will get pneumonia and die!” thing. I was laughing out loud all alone in our living room last night. For those of you who might not believe Mausi about the cold drinks, I offer the case of my son’s best friend’s mom. All water and juice are served at room temperature at her house. And because you can’t leave the milk out on the counter all day, she actually warms it in the microwave before adding it to her son’s morning cereal — so the cold won’t shock his delicate system. This is just one step beyond another phenomenon I’ve noticed, which is the belief that wearing a scarf will cure a sore throat. Of course, if it doesn’t cure the sore throat, at least you won’t get pneumonia and die! As I was relating this story to TS&WGH this morning, he immediately put his palm two inches in front of his forehead and made a circle, which my German readers will recognize as charades for “that’s just crazy!” Meaning, “of course you’d be nuts to make your drinks so cold — everyone knows you could get pneumonia and die!”
Of course, it wouldn’t be fair to make fun of German peculiarities without pointing out a few American ones as well. The flea market yesterday reminded me of the help Americans seem to need with spacial reasoning. Somehow, Americans have a hard time fitting a potato wagon and two painted milk jugs into the minivan or SUV they bought the minute they found out they were pregnant with their FIRST child; whereas Europeans have no problem fitting a family of four, two crates of empty beverage bottles to be returned to the Getränke shop, AND a set of kitchen chairs into their sub-compact.