|I swear I'm unpacking.|
|...it's more like TiiiiooooME....|
Finally, those "Oooooohs!" flew onto the ice and into the show. There's nothing like a finale with green army men, a cow girl and a space ranger randomly making Cher noises at one another.
My first problem is that this tiny country filled with mountains and chocolates in the heart of Europe has the nerve skip out on the Euro and keep their Swiss Franc currency. At least the UK using the British Pound is composed of islands off the coast of mainland Europe, so go ahead, Brits, do your own thing. But Switzerland is plopped in the middle of many Euro-using nations. Get with the program, Switzerland! I'm not eager to come back from the currency hassle alone. Although the conversion rate of US Dollars to Swiss Francs isn't terrible (1 Swiss Franc = $1.09), paying 55 Swiss Francs for a modest Domino's order is just obscene. There'd better be weight loss pills crushed into the crust for that price.
Switzerland isn't all bad. It has efficient public transit. The Swiss make a good watch and Cuckoo Clock. The toilets are out of the future (the seats move when you flush!), and the mountains are apparently majestic under those clouds. But for this hen to fly back, the Swiss need to lower the prices, join me in a cackle instead of looking in horror, or at least fill in the holes in the damn cheese.
|Who ate the rest of this?|