It was a gas station. It was so different from anything I'd seen at home. First, it was very white and clean, it looked almost as new. Second - there were brightly coloured chocolates, magazines and other stuff in the shop. Everything looked so enticing
Too bad I didn't have any money then, or perhaps it's good that I didn't have any money because otherwise I would've bought half the items there
It's the free market, you know, the wrapping is designed to get attention and I hadn't seen it at home.
And third, the most shocking part of all perhaps, were the toilets. There were many stalls. There was toilet paper. Nothing was vandalized, everything was clean. There were several sinks with warm water. There was soap! To get the water for handwashing you had to press on the tap and after a while the water stopped flowing on its own accord. Like a miracle! And to top it all off there were even hand dryers. Can you imagine? I think Maria can perhaps
I was 12 years old and I fell in love with German gas stations
Whenever I travelled to Germany with my choir I'd always look forward to seeing them
For a few years anyway
I've never been to a gas station which doesn't have "brightly coloured chocolates, magazines and other stuff in the shop". What are gas stations in Latvia like?
Can you take a picture next time you're at one?
I think you got lucky with the clean toilets
is a more appropriate smiley.
What about Weasel Coria? He's one of Cheryl's faves, along with Zabaleta.
Let me present you our new PM:
Poor us. Adam just threw us all under the bus.
What did I do?