Sometimes the English don’t understand things.
A conversation with my manager this morning:
What I don’t understand is why all of a sudden I’ve had an intense craving for Walking Tacos. I thought everyone in the United States used that term, but apparently it’s a Midwestern thing, specifically southern Ohio! Who knew? The rest of the country says taco-in-a-bag, but how cumbersome is that?
Another thing I don’t understand: why am I able to find Fruit Roll-Ups and Gushers in London, but I can’t find Fritos or Cheetos? I honestly didn’t know Gushers were still a thing.
If you know where I can find mini Frito bags in London, please tell so I can satisfy my craving!
In other news, it is so hot in London. The sun has been shining for three weeks in a row, and while it’s amazing during the day and I always complain that the sun never shines, that was simply because I forgot no houses have air conditioning.
You know those thermal imaging cameras? I’ve recreated one for you. It’s an image of me in my bedroom at night, with no fan and no a/c.
As you can see, the camera picked up only two colors: red and darker red. I don’t know which is hotter, the air or me.