What is this about not taking the garbage out on non-garbage days?!?! I always put mine out (in a proper Zuribag of course) in the big black bin whenever I need to... Have I been doing it wrong for a year???
What is this about not taking the garbage out on non-garbage days?!?! I always put mine out (in a proper Zuribag of course) in the big black bin whenever I need to... Have I been doing it wrong for a year???
No, you can use the big bins at anytime - it's just leaving the bags out in the street that should only be done on collection day. It's just to stop them being mauled by cats and/or foxes.
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When crossing the street I look at the traffic lights for the traffic. As soon as it turns from red to amber I start to cross even if the pededtrian light is still red.
I tried to break the law at the Coop in Zurich on Bahnhofstrasse. I asked for 250 grams or Gruyere cheese and 250 grams of Emmental. The cheese policewoman suspected nothing.
Then I said 250 grams excluding the rind. BIG BIG MISTAKE. Her suspicions were aroused.
"And what do you want this for?", she asked.
"Oh nothing I just want cheese.", I replied sheepishly.
"But what are you doing with this cheese?", she continued.
"Erm", voicie trembling, "Fondue."
"NO! This is for fondue.", she barked shaking a bag of pre-grated raclette cheese.
"B-b-b-but this is for a special recipe I have handed down from my grandmother*.", I bleated.
"No. This is for fondue.". She shoved it in my face and turned to the next customer.
This is a true story *apart from the grandmother bit I added as artistic license . I felt like David McCallum in The Great Escape.
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I tried to break the law at the Coop in Zurich on Bahnhofstrasse. I asked for 250 grams or Gruyere cheese and 250 grams of Emmental. The cheese policewoman suspected nothing.
Then I said 250 grams excluding the rind. BIG BIG MISTAKE. Her suspicions were aroused.
"And what do you want this for?", she asked.
"Oh nothing I just want cheese.", I replied sheepishly.
"But what are you doing with this cheese?", she continued.
"Erm", voicie trembling, "Fondue."
"NO! This is for fondue.", she barked shaking a bag of pre-grated raclette cheese.
"B-b-b-but this is for a special recipe I have handed down from my grandmother*.", I bleated.
"No. This is for fondue.". She shoved it in my face and turned to the next customer.
Well, of course it was a big mistake!
Emmenthaler in fondue? Are you crazy?
Gruyere, Vacherin, Appenzeller, equal parts!
Emmenthaler in fondue, you must be a foreigner!
Tom
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If you really want to cause choas and a rapid breakdown of the social unit
you could always refuse to use the little bars to divide groceries at the supermarket
Are you insane? I was almost beaten to death once!
I still haven’t put any flower boxes on my balcony and I think it’s the law here. I keep avoiding all the reproachful glances from my neighbours.
I was thinking of making a controversial installation on my balcony, though. In Poland, a neighbour put out an enormous portrait of the Pope on her window pane. What could I do here to outshine her?
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. I felt like David McCallum in The Great Escape.
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