Last night I did something I’ve never done before. I didn’t snowboard, crochet or sky dive; I didn’t even ride a helicopter. I met another blogger. Another expat-from-Scotland blogger.
I had been excited for weeks and when it came down to it, I was surprisingly shy. It’s like, you get to know someone through their written brain thoughts, and when you’re suddenly sitting in front of them, watching their mannerisms and facial expressions you notice from photographs, there’s suddenly no room for words.
She was just like I had imagined: sweet, funny, sarcastic and very personable. I only wish we didn’t live a state apart. It was hard for me to leave. But shhh! Don’t tell her I said that, she’ll get a big heid.
After we left their place we stopped by Subway. I have never seen a Subway like this one. It almost resembled a drive thru bank. It had a huge wide drive up window, a bank audio system and a Subway girl with a headset. The most eyebrow raising aspect for me was one smaller window filled to the gills with notices:
a Brit different 