WARNING: The post contains a lot (read: a shit tonne) of hyphens and as such, is not for those with a weak stomach.
If I had to pick three gripes I have with travelling in America they’d be relatively small things, but they’re oh-so-annoying. These three pin-pricks in the big o’ fun are:
1. Pennies. Seriously. What the? Why? At home our smallest coin is 10 cents, and even then we wouldn’t keep a coin smaller than 50 cents.
Money’s dirty – why would you want to handle more of it?
And why are shop keepers surprised when I tell them to keep the change? No I don’t want that 12 cents (and no, I don’t consider 12c a reasonable tip).
2. Spitting. Why do guys in this country spit all the time?! You guys, it’s disgusting.
New Orleans was the worst, where guys waiting at bus stops were spitting at tourists’ feet to watch them jump out of the way. But every city’s had them. Dirty, dirty, spitters.
3. Tampons. What’s with the lack of feminine hygiene choices? I’m not talking brands – you’ve got enough brands to have your own monthly bitchy-time stores. But the choices really only boil down to applicator tampons or pads. Both for the freshly blooming.
Can’t a girl just buy tampons without having to also shove brightly coloured plastic up the wah-hoo?
I asked a lady about this in CVS. She looked at me like OMG-you-didn’t-just-start-a-conversation-about-your-vagina. I felt like telling her that that was nothing – give me an hour and this will be on the Internet.
Sorry, did I just cross a line? Talking about vaginas on the Internet? I just walked into a Chinatown adult sex-shop looking for tampons because it looked like a convenience store from the outside. Nothing makes you feel as dirty as being leered at by half a dozen toothless old men over the top of their dirty magazines. So, really, this post is totally within the realms of ‘sane‘ and ‘normal‘.
Anyway, the lady at CVS had crazy fingernails. Like, pick-your-nose-while-keeping-your-fingers-inches-from-your-face long fingernails. In hindsight, not the best person to ask.