Monday, January 29, 2007

God Bless...

God bless...the fat guy who was seated a couple of rows behind me on my flight from London to Chicago.

I was listening to my iPod with Mrs. TBF's fancy, noise-reduction, Bose headphones when I thought I heard the sound of somebody sawing wood. The headphones (Which, by the way, make my ears sweat profusely. Sorry about that, hon. I hope you're enjoying them right now during your flight to Bangkok!) came off, the camera came out, and....SNAP!!!! There are few things that I enjoy more than watching people as they are falling asleep in public places. Fat guys catching flies and sawing wood on a airplane? Priceless!

God gullible, six year old nephew who still falls for Uncle TBF's little tricks.

I mean, the kid actually came running when I told him I wanted to get a picture of his Spiderman underwear. "No...turn around," I told him. "I want to get a good picture of the Spiderman on your butt." "Closer...CLOSER...!!!!" WEDGIE!!!!

He's a pretty big at six years old. I hope he doesn't end up being bigger than me. I'd hate the thought of him getting revenge on me in my old age.

God cubes!

I don't care that it's January and that my runny nose was freezing up. There's nothing like a drink with about 47 ice cubes in the glass. Oh, and there's also nothing like restaurants getting rid of their extra ice by dumping it into the urinals.

I'll bet that many of you ladies didn't know that a lot of restaurants put ice cubes in the urinals? I showed the picture to Mrs. TBF right after I took it, and I had to explain it to her. She had never heard of such a thing.

Yup...I've melted a lot of ice cubes in my days!

God stuff!

We brought my mother-in-law's car to be washed and I held back tears of joy when I saw these signs in the waiting area. Free coffee? That's no big deal. But, free phone calls? Nothing's free in Switzerland.

I'm weeping...

God bless...affordable limousine service.

I always take a limo from O'Hare Airport to my sister's house. It's usually about a 30 to 45 minute drive and it costs just under $60 (cheaper than a taxi). A regular taxi from Basel Airport to our apartment (a 15 minute drive) costs about $45.

What up wit' dat?

Mrs. TBF took a limo from her brother's house to the airport on Tuesday morning when she had to fly to South Carolina. We ordered it for 7:00 a.m. I took this picture at 6:59 a.m. See? Who says Americans are always late?

God bless...the snack food aisle at pretty much any American grocery store!

This is only half of the snack-food aisle at the Dominick's in Lake Zurich, Illinois. Instead of having a choice of about three different types of chips like you have here in Switzerland, you have a choice of what seem like dozens of different types of chips. I have to admit that it's a bit overwhelming when you're not used to it. Mrs. TBF is holding Blue Diamond "jalapeƱo smokehouse" and "Maui onion and garlic" flavored nuts. Who knew that such things existed?

I looked for potato chips fried in bacon grease. Couldn't find 'em. Maybe next time.


Mrs. TBF isn't exactly jumping for joy when I say that I'm itchin' to move back.


CanadianSwiss said...

The snack-food aisles in Canada also make me wonder how fast I'll gain weight once I'm back. Scary, but M-M-MMM!

Anonymous said...

Please tell me that is true! Tell me that you're moving back....

Mrs. TBF said...

Keep your shorts on TMS...not just yet.