We can't ever go there again....
Yesterday we went to Linz, Austria for a shopping trip to get some stuff for school. We live just a hop, skip and a jump from the Austrian border and they have really big malls, sales and lots of quality products that we can't find in CZ. We had a great time hanging out together and enjoying some freedom before school starts. The girls picked up a few things for school, I caught a sale (these don't really exist in our neck of the woods) and we ate at our fave restaurant in Linz, Mongolian Barbeque. This place rocks...you get to pick from all of these different kinds of meat (even kangaroo) and veg, noodles, soups and salads...they cook your meat etc...in what ever sauce you want and it is all you can eat! Sitting next to us was a man from El Paso, Texas who lives in Austria, speaks perfect German, lived in China and spoke Chinese to the waitstaff. He was excited to hear us speaking English as I surmised from what he said that there aren't many Americans in Linz.
So, for us it was a great day...until the ride home. It takes us about 2 hours to get home from Linz and there was heavy traffic so we decided to stop on the way at a Lidl store. We have these in CZ but this one was in Austria along the border. We like Lidl because they often carry really obtuse products. One day we saw a wafer-type cookie with a picture of a fat cowboy on it. It was being touted as an American cookie (we all know that in America live a high percentage of fat cowboys) and the name of the product was Waffle-o Bill's. I guess that is an homage to Buffalo Bill if he were to come out with his own wafer cookies. We were laughing so much in the check out line I am sure the other customers thought we were stricken with
seizures.
Back to the present...we had procured all of the consumables we needed and were standing in the check out. I wasn't paying attention to the girls as I was mostly concentrating on having no one talk to me as I speak zero German. We were loading our groceries on the conveyer belt and I was fumbling around in my wallet for euros. I then notice my girls by the wall making faces, dancing and checking for ear wax in front of a mirror. As quickly as I could, I ran over there to investigate. From my angle I could easily see the poor Austrian Lidl manager sitting at his computer facing the one-way mirror watching my girls put on a nauseating show. For how long this had been going on I had no idea. Immediately, I called the girls over and explained that this was no conventional mirror and as the dawning of understanding washed over Rebekah's prepubescent face so did the horror. "Mom, I was totally dancing and making faces and picking scabs in front of that mirror!" All told, I am glad we were over the border in Austria and not in CZ where we might see these people again.
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