A slice of fried gold.

Everything is relative. I've just had a large soda and it pretty much polished me off. The darndest thing is - I'd like to have the excuse of being empirical about it but really I just kinda wanted a large soada. Taco Bell were doing 1-dollar boxes of nachos with every large soda and they suckkered me in good an proper.

Oh, As a point of reference, firewater don't make you too hung over compared to weaker spirits. Curiously, these darn Americans seem to do things seriously and arn't too somber about it. Even GI Joes with their "Steal here, Die here" policy do so with such a cheerfull disposition that you know you are going to get service with a smile.

Today my credit card arrived in the post, and I had a good ole chat with the mailman - who as it turned out used to be stationed in the UK when he was in the military. He told me where he was stationed but it didn't sound like a UK place name - there was no "this-upon-that" , "-ford" or "-bury" in the name and my homeland geography isn't as good as it should be. But we stood and chatted dispite me being ready to rip open the letter tooth and claw to get at the little slice of gold that talks the language of Americans.

Taco bell, Like Dunkin Donuts, Breuggers or BoJangles was staffed almost entirely by black females. I don't think I should have noticed this, but notice it I did, perhaps its because people look you in the eye and expect social interaction with the customers as a perk of the job rather than a chore to be avoided.