There's a great guest post over at Smitten by Britain about the ten things Brits do better than Americans, according to Valerie. Coming to the end of my weeklong stay in London, a couple of things struck me as not being as good as the States. I'm usually fiercely loyal to my homeland, but I have to admit to really missing:
- bathrooms with plugs; and of course, the accompanying mirror - meaning that you can blow dry your hair standing up, at a proper angle. At my mother's house, I have to climb down the side of my bed, unplug all sorts of things, sit on the floor, lean a mirror against the wall, and then try to remain calm when faced with three double chins and gruesome shadows all over my face. Or I can use the hair dryer in her bedroom, but I still feel compelled to ask permission every time, and that's no way to live when you're in your 40s is it?
- fast service. Now, I'm not complaining about the service. I had a lovely chat with the man in Wimbledon post office yesterday. However, when I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I can't quite see what's taking up so much time (see previous post), it makes my head explode. I don't think a lot of British sales assistants make the connection between good customer service and them having a job, ie. if I don't like the service, I'm not coming back and your business will go down the toilet if everyone else does likewise.
- Wider roads. My mate Di is a great driver, don't get me wrong. However, I've forgotten how narrow London streets can be and I'm sure she's seen my foot slamming on the imaginary break on almost every car journey we've taken. Not good for the nerves. My road rage is bad enough in Chicago as it is.
- Less crowds. Now I know I'm in London, it's the summer and there are a lot of tourists, but come on! This pleace is heaving. I live in Chicago, which is another major touristy city, but I can't ever remember worrying about having a panic attack or not being able to breathe because of the crowds. Mind you, I was getting off the tube at Picadilly Circus, so I can't be too surprised that it was like, well, Picadilly Circus.
- Reasonable prices. I keep saying "How much?" Again, Chicago is one of the more expensive places to live in the USA, but London? I don't know how anyone can afford to live here. How did I survive for so long, or has the cost of living risen dramatically since then?
Don't worry, I'll post about the lovely things I saw and did here next.