After six years in Germany I came back and had two goals. To learn to speak English [well] again and to drive 55 mph.
We were reminded to not pull people off of weekend duty to play.
We were riding out to the airplane to go to live in Germany. The wife was bragging to this lady that I spoke German. “Oh yeah?, she says.
“What’s windshield wiper in German?”
You know, In Europe, it’s the little things you miss. Like water in the toilet. In Germany you get a “shelf” instead. After dropping a poop on the shelf you (um…they…the Germans, I mean) turn around and inspect the poop for healthy condition. After passing muster it’s flushed away with a gushing flood/stream of water.Leipzig [...]