Barbara's Away Game
2/15/2012
I am gone…
Through the Paradise to Greece
I’m just on vacation. Where? Well, here! You know somebody has to stay and to keep an eye on the Valley.
Vacation, not from school, I’m not in school anymore, not from work, I don’t work either, no, just from the daily potpourri. The kids are skiing, all three, actually four, we have a guest for a couple of months and Nobbi makes an Asia-Europe-trip again.
I’m alone, well almost, because the dogs are with me and we enjoy!
The German school has one week off, ski-vacation. That means that not only my kids are skiing but also the complete German celebration-community. All of them are in Squaw Valley at Lake Tahoe in the Sierra. And who’s not skiing, is in Death Valley to recover there and in Las Vegas from the strains of the last weeks.
The skiers were long time frightened if skiing is even possible, because the winter was without snow. Some weeks ago the first snow fell. This week the weather in the mountains tries hard to make it so comfortable as possible for the Germans. A bit new powder on Monday, by the way Mount Hamilton had also snow, Tuesday dreamlike sun, and this night new powder again. Everybody who was once in his life skiing knows how beautiful this is. I watch the vacationists at Facebook and swap SMS with my kids. And I’m not a bit jealous.
I didn’t want to go with them, because in the lodge where they stay dogs are not allowed. Vacation without my dogs aren’t vacations. So I’m at home and do all my favorite things. I spare you the summary of Monday and Tuesday because only my dog friends would be interested. But I don’t want to deprive you the presentation of “Through the Paradise to Greece”.
As every week we met in Half Moon Bay. The crew today was outstanding small, because everybody was in Squaw or rather Death Valley, I already mentioned it. I met Petra and Gisela at the beach. I had to run because I was late. Unexpected traffic jam delayed me. It looked like as once again an overcharged truck lost its complete rack loading. Someday I have to write an own column about trucks and the art to charge them here.
The weather was dreamlike. Extremely well going on the beach and we were almost alone. We saw one couple without dogs and later one couple with three dogs, not a single person more.
Our trip began in Half Moon Bay, Poplar Beach, after 10 minutes we had stunning snow wonderland at our right, even without driving in the Sierra.
Ceallagh was speeding through the snow, searching her ball and trying to catch some flying snowdrifts.
She had to hurry all the time, because with so much snow the danger of avalanches is pretty high. And landwards avalanches are eminently strong.
While Ceallagh eastwards played in the snow was westwards the Grand Canyon beside us with all his fascinating beauty. I drive almost every week to Half Moon Bay, it is each time wonderful, but so gorgeous as today I’ve never seen it.
Ceallagh retrieved her a ball out of the desert as well. Amazing she finds the things everywhere.
We passed the Canyon, at the left the cliffy rocks, at the right the wide snowfield, until we were at our corner. At our corner you can watch the Ritz Carlton Hotel and only when low tide is you can walk a little bit further. Quite often we got wet feet. The view today I never had before. A wide beach was ahead and it was possible to walk to the Greek columns.
But before we came to the Greek remains we rested on the black rocks in the Paradise. In the back the ocean and in front at the cliff a waterfall.
Petra and Gisela mentioned that it has something Hawaiian. I can’t assess it but I really want believe it.
Who thinks that the Spanish were the first European in America is wrong. These columns clearly furnish evidence that it have been the Greeks, in fact from the backside, even through the Pacific.
On the rocks in the ocean are some sea lions. You almost can’t catch them but they are there. All pictures I made with my pretty smart phone, unfortunately I can’t zoom in with it. If I had known that this would be such a beautiful vacation day I would have brought my real camera.
(almost in the middle, a little bit on the left you can see the tiny sea lions)
We made in Greece a U-turn, walked through the Paradise and the Grand Canyon back and met still some starfish on the beach. After Ceallagh had a little chat with one of them I threw him back in the ocean. If that helps, I don’t know, but the try is no waste.
It’s always nice at the ocean, if it’s raining, foggy or sunshine, but today it was exceptionally great.
To make the day perfect we had a yummy cappuccino and a Danish with custard in the Moonside Bakery.
Dear Petra, nice to meet you today a last time for long. I cross my fingers that in Germany everything will be all right. See you in June.
What a wonderful day!
3/5/2012
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Time is fleeting
It cannot be explained that I wrote the last column more than two weeks ago. No excuses, only that the time is to blame. I go in bed in the evening and when I wake up in the morning, a whole week passed. Anyway it seems so and I know that I’m not the only one who feels so.
Time flies fast.
There is a saying in German: “At the children you see how time goes by.” (Always funny to translate sayings!)
Which children? In my house I only meet adults and almost-adults. When I shout I get answer from either three tenors or one bass. The bass is the youngest.
Time. I think about you.
As we left Aachen once for three planned years I only was willing America to see as a huge vacation, three years seemed endless long. Friends said: “You’ll see, it will pass quickly!”
A lot has changed in the last months and the biggest change is coming up.
Now we are more than one and a half year here. I don’t want to see my sojourn here as a long vacation anymore. I become clear that I never feel home if I think so. Since I understood this I settled, owing to circumstances for an undefined time. I feel great. But now there is a complete new, little bit terrifying idea: “Maybe I don’t have enough time here!”
Enough time for what? To settle? To be here? To see? To knot relationships and to care them?
To live, here in America!
Barbara, relax and enjoy! Yes, I do, sure. But when I make philosophic walks I start to ponder. I canceled my planned Germany-week in May. Do I become disloyal? No, never! I’m just afraid that I will miss this week here in America someday!
In summer there will be goodbyes again. Friends whose times are over here have to go. Some are going back to Germany the others switch America with Asia. I want to train together with my dog-friends and I want to make progress. In between I have visitors again and again. I want to explore more of the beauty of California, I want to reduce more prejudices and I want to intense everything.
Time! I got you and I want enjoy. Not in a hurry and not shoddy. There are the moments I want to expand.
For example such beautiful moments!
If you don’t want to loose the time you have, then you don’t have to think too much at the past or too much at the future.
From Winnie the Pooh:
„What day is it?“ asked Pooh.
„It’s today,“ squeaked Piglet.
„My favorite day,“ said Pooh.
3/9/2012
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Expeditions into the Animal Kingdom
Columnist’s note: This column is one of them, which are since months in a long line in my head. In Germany we had a TV-Series like National Geographic’s, called “Expeditionen ins Tierreich”, word for word translated; Expeditions in the Animal Kingdom.
Many animals here are different to our German. Either they don’t exist in Germany or they look different. This English column I write for you Americans. I watch your animals with my German eyes.
Sensible souls shouldn’t look today at the pictures. It isn’t always nice what Mother Nature presents. Some people are upset about really tough and merciless picture-journalism. I don’t want to compare that with my report. It is more the scientific interest that I make pictures of sick animals or cadavers. I studied Biology.
From the first day I was fascinated about the fauna here in America. I love to live with turkeys, vultures, blue jays, coyotes, hawks, squirrels, raccoons and whatever in the same neighborhood. Even the mountain lion is a beloved neighbor. I have respect but I’m not afraid anymore. I love to share the hill with all the animals (except the ticks).
In the meantime we had some visits of a raccoon on our yard, the skunk is afraid to come nearby. I can smell it when I walk the dogs but never close to our house. Countless deer live around in the woods and the millions of rodents I don’t have to mention. When I watch coyotes, turkeys or the bobcat my heartbeat speeds up, because I’m so happy to see them.
From time to time I take my camera with me when I walk the dogs. I always hope that I can make a great picture. But to make good pictures of animals you need much patience and a telephoto. I have neither the one nor the other.
But there is a group of animals that neither escapes nor is dangerous. They stay calm when you come closer, you can shoot your photo in such time you need. Maybe it’s a little bit ghoulish, but for me it’s interesting. When do you ever come so close? I am writing about the dead animals.
California Quail, here a male one:
Quails live in bigger groups called drifts. They occupy this hill with their very own bustle. When you watch them from far away they are always busy with something on the ground. When you come closer they start to run. I think they are in some way relatives of the popular roadrunner or at least they took a class with him. They run as long as it works and only if they need to fly they take off. This makes a noise this loud that you wonder that they are even able to fly.
I watch them through the window and it seems they have a kind of communication between them. They look to each other as they would discuss something, turning around the head to the next as would they play “whisper down the lane” but without whispering.
This gorgeous cock died on the escape from the hawk. It hit my kitchen window with a loud bang, I was horrified and looked through the window and I saw a hawk, pulling the emergency brake, hovering towards me. He widened his wings, turned his belly in front, head above, tail below and touched the window slower than the quail. He fall, shook himself and flew a bit tottering away. To see a hawk pulling the emergency brake is terrific. It looks like the German “Bundesadler” or your “bald eagle coat of arms”.
Mouse:
This cute tiny mouse was still alive as I take the picture but presumably not for a long time. It sat lethargic in the corner and didn’t make any tries to escape. As I saw it I took my camera, shot a photo, took my garden gloves, picked up this cute little dear and brought it behind the fence, therefor the dogs couldn’t hurt it. It didn’t look healthy. Once a month there comes “thingmajig pest control” putting new poison baits in the rodent-traps. (I hate it...if that would be my property I would cancel this service!) I guess the mouse was a poison victim. Sometimes it smells weeklong in a room like death. I think that are rotting rodents in the walls cause of the poison traps and you can’t reach them. It’s the smelling revenge of the victims!
The American mice looks complete different to our German house mice. Everything is round at them. I always asked me why Walt Disney drew the animals so round. Round ears and round bodies. Now I know, they are round. Our German mice and our deer have sharper and smaller ears and leaner bodies. Bambi looks really like an American fawn. And your rabbits have such round ears as hopper; our rabbits have very long ears. It’s that easy, Disney draw it that way not because it’s cute but because it’s the reality!
Rat:
Here live lots of rats and they are smart. Someday I was lucky to became witness, how Lissy, my black dog, stalked a rat and were fooled by it. The rat disappeared loudly in a bush and escaped pretty silent on the fence. It sat on the fence and watched Lissy burrowing down in the bush, where before was the rustling. When Lissy was very busy inside the green stuff the rat ran fast but silent along the fence above the dog. Dog fooled! Rat escaped! Great!
The rat on the picture was bitten to death by my dog. The rats are not the only smarts. Lissy learned and became faster. If this rat was the one from the fence I don’t know. But maybe it was the revenge from the black dog!
Deer:
This cadaver isn’t actually an example for the species of deer it appears here as a representative for the hunters of the deer. Presumable this deer was killed by the mountain lion. I made this shot in a time I saw a mountain lion kitten on our street and it was not the only cadaver in our neighborhood in this time. A mother and her kitten are hungry.
To watch the big cadavers about a long term is pretty interesting. Of course the hunter eats the most flesh and giblets immediately. The vultures show fresh cadaver but when the meat dries the vultures are gone. Nevertheless the cadaver changes. I mean not the change by maggots and bacteria. No, day by day single bones disappear, then the whole body lays a couple of feet apart, then a whole leg is missing and some day, weeks or months later, you can only see the spot where the deer died.
Those are the coyotes and maybe other hill-residents, which take bones or fur to nibble. Coyotes mark their treasures with pee and with poo and my dogs mark over it!
Snake:
This snake was something about 3 feet and a bit (1 meter). It’s a 2d sample. (2d, two dimensional, these are the “hit by car” animals) There are a lot of 2d animals. I guess opossums are the most hit animals ever. They are on the top of my personal “hit by car list”. I saw something about 20 dead opossums but never one alive. Raccoons are in balance, I mean dead and alive and skunks I just smelled the areas where they were hit, never seen a dead one.
I don’t want to end my expedition with sad pictures of dead bodies. I want to show you the rare snapshots, which were done.
Chipmonk:
This tot lives in our firewood stack. The dogs chase it everyday, but it’s faster. One day they chased it into our living room. It hid himself behind the closet. I sent the dogs outside and shooed it through another door back in the garden but not before I made a picture.
Hummingbird:
Picture: Thank Christian
And what for you aren’t able to, maybe makes a visitor possible. This picture of a hummingbird made my brother at our sage bush. He is a bit more patient than me and has a telephoto.
Our twins:
Picture: Thank Samuel
This picture took my son on our driveway with his really smart phone. The twins were born right beneath the way. From time to time I see them, now they are almost grown up, but always with their mom.
Tarantula:
This spider for advanced is as big as my hand. I’ve never seen one here in the hills, but down in the valley. The dogs had respect and I was curious. I took once a class about spiders in my university time and had a big bird spider on my hand. I know, that they aren’t dangerous, but in free nature, a spider that big...I never would pet one.
I will save you for the pictures with coyotes as big as dots and backlit shots of the hugest herd of deer I’ve ever seen.
I have countless failed pictures from Mother Nature and her children. I keep them by myself and will try it again.
3/15/2012
I am gone…
Columnist’s note: The feedback of my last column and the mail I wrote to point out the emergency-site was hugely a pleasure for me. Obviously nobody was extremely shocked about the pictures of the dead animals. I was very delighted by the e-mails of my American readers. I have to show you the terrific picture of a hummingbird, which Matthew took in his garden down in the valley.
Picture: Thank Matthew! With kind permission.
Christian, you still have to practice a bit. The question, how to get such a sharp picture of such a fast bird, answered Matthew with:
1. High resolution camera with telephoto lens
2. Patience!
Matthew has done his homework, he is not only a busy reader he is also a thorough reader. Thank you so much!
I dedicate this column to Basti, my administrator, friend and team-partner, in the view of the occasion...
Announcement
Children were born and grow up. The parents care about them and when they do a good job, the children become not only bigger but also mature and independent. Someday they will leave the house and they will stand on own feet.
In our house this is coming up this summer twice. I am tickled by watching my sons becoming adult. It’s exciting what they will do with their life. We parents just built the basis, they do the rest by themselves. Our influence fades more and more and so does the work we have with them. Yes, I’m looking forward but I know it will hurt me as well. I will miss them especially the communication in the house, the talking and laughing. It will become silent and empty. Therefor the mountain of laundry is getting smaller and so the servings I have to cook. And hardly any shoes in the hall...
Basti, you are not my father but somehow I see parallels. Almost exactly two years ago you asked me if I could imagine to write about our American adventure on your web-site.
Your web site is the house in which I have lived well and wide in the last two years. I know you had a lot of work with me. When I wrote a column, I’ve sent you the text and the pictures attached. You put hem on your site, you cared about the layout, put in a guestbook and a grey box (only on the German site). You brought off that the guestbook is bilingual, you solved problems, when my slideshows didn’t run, you brought replacement for not running music due to copyrights and so on. Last summer the site has the first big crash. You worked days to rebuild everything. In these days I thought the first time to leave the house, your house. Due to my own incompetence and laziness I stayed. I never regret. I think we are a good team.
Nevertheless it is time for me to go. You taught me a lot and if you wouldn’t have asked me at that time, I don’t know if I ever would have started with writing. I am endless obliged to you for everything.
Now I’m working since five days almost day and night on my own site. Nobbi helps with the very complicate stuff but all the rest I do alone.
First off I don’t want you to work again to set up all 152 columns again with all their pictures, links, formation of the texts and to save them all. Second I am really fixed by the idea to have and to build creatively my own site.
I move out, just in the same way a child leave its parent’s house.
I am proud to stand finally on my own feet, I’m looking forward in the future but I never will forget where I do come from.
Basti, I thank you for everything. I want to be with my site a part of your site, only with my own homepage.
Dear readers,
the column moves. It will be linked on this homepage further on. The new address is:
www.ikier.nl
Basti, thank you so much. That is not a goodbye, just a little change!
3/19/2012
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...proudly presents...
...my own homepage.
After one week copy and paste, scale image, save and upload it is done.
The web site is ready!
All texts and pictures are moved, not working links are fixed or removed and it can officially start. My family get finally square meal again and the vacuum cleaner wants also be moved once again.
But before there is grand opening!
I’ve canceled the planned salutatory in evening dress and high heels in the last minute. It has to be done without glamour.
Warm welcome in Barbara’s Away Game!
Instead of my usual gibberish I want to introduce my site. I structured it new. Let’s have a trip through the site together. Actually I wanted to make a video tutorial, because I watched some to learn using my web program. That was funny doing, because above all the tutor mumbled in terrific British English. But videos are not my special field, so I only present a shot screen-tutorial.
Home sweet home! Here you can click either on the navigation buttons at the sidebar or the links in the main page. Here all links are sap green instead of the common blue. It’s because I wanted a green line on the top, I did it somehow, but now a lot of other stuff is green and I can’t find the button to fix this. It’s ok. I love green!
Every link written in German guides you to a German page, every link written in English goes to a bilingual or English one. It’s that easy!
The columns are chronological sorted. In Barbaras Auswärtsspiel and Barbara’s Away Game you find the recent Columns sorted from new to old, like in a common blog. The newest column will appear on the top, then the last on this page will disappear in its chapter.
The chapters you find as subfolder in Barbara’s Away Game and you can read them from the top downwards like a book. The main chapters begin with a year and the follow chapters are subfolder of that.
The bold written links in the side bar are pretty important for me. Communication is one of the foundations of the human society.
I invite every of you readers (the shy ones, acquaintances, aliens, friends, friends of friends and all their relatives and so on...) to use this links. Leave your fingerprint in the guestbook or write an e-mail with the E-mail button. The guestbook and the Grauer Kasten ( only on German pages) are not only an occasion for you to be a part of this site, it’s also a possibility to make announcements in case of emergency. If I had problems to upload new columns why ever, I already can leave a message in the guestbook or the Grauer Kasten. If you see weeklong no update on my site, maybe I have big computer problems or I broke me both arms, please have a look inside the “g”-pages.
Further you have the possibility to order a newsletter with E-mail. I will send you on the same way a message, if a new column will be published. In Facebook I will also post updates, and if we are “friends” you can read it there. “Barbara Auswärtsspiel” is my Facebook name.
Below the bold links you find the immoral counter. The counter does not only count, it also shows where it counts. That’s the reason I called it immoral. Big Brother is watching you! But it happens in any case, why shouldn’t we look at it? And because I’m so curious and I never had an idea how many readers I actually have, I choose to put it on my site. I have to confess, after just two days, I’m impressed. I have not only readers I don’t know, I also have readers in cities I never heard before. I had to look up Zellingen, Veitshöchheim and Rimpar. All in Germany, but I never heard about them before. Happy greetings from here in these areas.
In my texts you can find from time to time useful links to Wikipedia, You Tube or other useful sites. Some videos you can watch directly on the page, you detect them on the little arrow in the middle.
You Tube link
And then there is the column-theatre. My own slideshows and maybe someday videos you can watch on the site too.
column-theatre
That’s it. I wish you good amusement with my stuff, invite you to read it like a book and I hope you will continue reading.
I will continue writing. In the next three weeks I have visitors form Germany and presumable not so much time for writing. But I collect impressions and by the time, I will write them down.
I have to thank Basti, without him there would be no column, I mentioned it in Announcement (scroll down, it’s the last column). Also I have to thank Nobbi. Without him I never had done the stand alone. He does the annoying part of the column; he searched a good program, with which also computer-dyslexics like me can work, he does all the stuff with the server and “volume of data things” and so on. He looked patient at me, sitting all the time in front of my laptop, doing only the most needed things in the house and he ate fast pizza without one word. Also big thanks to my computer; it’s wonderful working with it. Last but not least I want to say; thank you! If you wouldn’t read, the column wouldn’t make sense.
Thank you for reading!
3/24/2012
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Distribution of Time
In my first weeks in the USA, little more than one and a half year ago, the daily cooking was a big challenge for me. Things, which were at home in Germany just routine, turned here abroad to an adventure.
Daily shopping, at home automatisms because you know every supermarket inside out, were in the first time here more search and find than shopping.
In the meantime I know, where I find what. I have the routine I need to hurry briskly through the store and I know which market I have to choose for which meal. It depends on the ingredients. It’s not outland anymore.
The other day I had a conversation with a friend who goes just now through it. She mourned that making groceries becomes every time a half-day trip what needed in Germany only half an hour. There are a couple of reasons. First of all the stores have a different structure, second you don’t find the things you are used to find and third you see everything. You still can’t go through the market with winkers. You push your cart totally over stimulated through the store. When you reach the checkout you have spent much more time as usual in the shop.
At the checkpoint begins a complete new computation of time for us Germans. For me the American way of checkout was one of the biggest culture shocks ever.
Saturday noon, rush hour! Parking lots jam-packed, every checkout occupied, no lines! America, I love you!
First and foremost you will be welcomed warm and hearty and you will be asked if everything was fine. Wow! Only in selected supermarkets in Germany they say hello!
Then they asked: „Paper or plastic?“ First time I thought they wanted to know, how I want to pay? With “paper money” or credit card, which is made of plastic. No, they want to know what kind of bags. I always have my own bags. I’m German and we always have to bring our own bags, otherwise we have to ask and pay for a bag. It’s also common in Germany to put the groceries back in the cart and from there in the car, without bags! However, my German basket is always a nice theme to talk about.
So far the differences at the checkout are just pure kindness and slight loss of time due to many words.
I am part of the women who learned shopping in Germany in a time as the cashiers at Aldi (a store like Trader Joe’s) hadn’t scanning cash registers and they always were in a bad mood (the cashiers not the registers). The typing of the prices of my groceries was still faster as I was able to put the things back in my shopping cart. In Germany you are responsible for the packing of your groceries. Nobody helps you. It came constant to a “wares-jam” on the conveyor belt. With evil eyes the cashiers had always to wait, that I put my eggs, chocolate and tomato-sauce in the cart therefore was space again for spaghetti and orange juice. You only saved time when the cashier had a memory gap and shouted loudly through the entire store: “Tina, what number have the Callifornien Wallnutts!”
Under the pressure of these glances you become faster. You streamline the own action to make space for the unbelievable typing skills of the Aldi-cashiers.
Times are changing. In the meantime Aldi has quadruple-scanners to ensure the high speed scanning and the cashiers were taught to smile and to answer politely to a “Hello”. In Berlin the conditions regarding the kindness are still slightly different.
Well, it became nicer at German checkouts but without loss of time. The lines are long and you have to see that you come fast as possible through the checkouts.
Here things are different. The customer is king and will be treated like that, but never in a hurry.
Haste makes waste.
As I watched in the beginning the procedures at the checkouts in the USA with my German eyes, it was always tingling in my fingers. “That could still go faster!” If you don’t put the things after scanning down but directly in the bags you would save a whole process. And if you put the bags in the cart you would save a further process.
Streamlining!
Once I made this proposal at the checkout. They just watched me like a green alien! Why should you change a for decades good working process? OK! Now I just help with packing but I never will make a proposal to speed up a process again.
I think it’s something in us Germans. We do streamlining and improvement of processes where we can, but without thinking what the consequences are. Less service, bad mood and loss of jobs! We always feel hounded and we are fixed by impatience. This way we drive the car, we go shopping and we never take us time just for dilly-dally.
This is only the rule for the day...
Because after end of the workday we have lots of time and then we want to enjoy. It’s so good to go unhurried for dinner instead of cooking.
Unhurried!
That means you have a quiet meal, nice talking without getting disturbed. You decide how long you sit, eat and talk. In Germany you are angry if you have to wait for the waiter but you have all the time you want to eat and talk. You call the waiter for the next drink, a dessert or for paying. The waiter never will disturb you by himself. Nobody comes again and again to fill up the water (you only get water if you order water and you have to pay for it, service-desert Germany) and nobody will ask you ongoing if everything is fine. Mostly they only come if you show them that you need something.
Here the things are different. You find restaurants, which look on the first view cozy, and you even find some without sports-screens but anyhow the waiters make it uncomfortable. It’s the great service, which is getting sometimes too much for us Germans. Ongoing the question if everything is fine. You can’t talk one sentence to the end without getting water, they don’t fill up the water glass when it’s empty they fill up whenever they pass your table. Once I left the table in a nice restaurant to go to the bathroom. As I came back my napkin was artfully folded again. The waiter shook my napkin out, although there were two people still eating, and folded it to mint condition.
As soon as your plate is empty you will be asked if you want a dessert. If not, you get immediately your bill.
Service or bum’s rush.
I’m not sure anymore. It feels like bum’s rush but honestly, how often I was angry in Germany about the final dawdling before you get the bill. We Germans have one attribute in common that nobody will take us: you never can please us; we always have something to grumble about.
Everywhere in the world the day has 24 hours, in America, Asia and even in Europe. Just the distribution of time is different. The time you save on roads and checkouts you can spend in restaurants.
Columnist’s addendum: I wanted to have pictures of the checkout, so I asked in the store, if they allow me to take some. I told them that I write in the internet about the huge differences between the checkouts in Germany and here. The cashier and Larry, my favorite helper, were amused. The cashier told me that he has heard in Germany the cashiers sit behind the checkout. That’s true! I forgot to mention it. He said he would like to be cashier in Germany if he can sit there. I answered that it seems he would be much more happier than the most sitting cashiers in Germany. Larry, always smiling and helpful, didn’t ask as usual: “Do you need help out?” He took my cart and said: “Today you need help out, Ma’m!” “Good idea, Larry!” I will show my friends in Germany that you get help here, if you want!” Service! You can get it!
Larry and I put together the groceries in my car. That was the first time that I used this service. I never would have taken it by my own. Thank you Larry for this wonderful idea.
With friendly permission published! Thank you Larry!
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