Euro Schmoyro
If you ask most Germans, and I wouldn’t if I were you, they will tell you that they want to have the Berlin Wall back. They also want the Sandmann, the World Cup, cheaper beer and gasoline, snow in the winter and Sabine Christiansen back, too (ich will, Anne Will, we all will). They will also tell you that they want Tempelhof Airport back and it isn’t even gone yet, but that’s another story. Well tough tooties, people. You can’t have them. It’s over. Move on.
And now they come at you heuldend (whining) about wanting to have their money back, too. Their old German as in Deutsche Mark currency money, I mean. Actually, they’ve wanted it back ever since it was yanked away from their cold and clutching fingers thirty or forty years ago or whenever it was and have made no secret about it ever since. The word on the street is, unreliable as it is, that consumer prices basically doubled here with the introduction of the euro and everybody’s still mad as hell about it and isn’t going to take it anymore (that prices here in Germany are greatly lower than in other neighboring countries is something they are either not aware of or don’t care about).
Not only that, lots of these new fangled euro coins and bills are from other European Euroland countries other than Deutschland ITSELF and this appears to make Germans nervous or suspicious or something, having to carry around somebody else’s foreign money like that, I mean. Unless they are coin collectors or something, of course.
In other words, who cares what the Germans think? They are the last to give a you-know-what about whatever it is Germans are complaining about at the moment themselves. They don’t take any of this moaning stuff seriously themselves, in other words. So why should you? Oh, you don't either? Damn. Then you could live here, too.
And überhaupt (and anyway), what’s so bad about the euro? They ought to see how far they get tying to spend dollars these days instead.
Je oller, je dollar.
And now they come at you heuldend (whining) about wanting to have their money back, too. Their old German as in Deutsche Mark currency money, I mean. Actually, they’ve wanted it back ever since it was yanked away from their cold and clutching fingers thirty or forty years ago or whenever it was and have made no secret about it ever since. The word on the street is, unreliable as it is, that consumer prices basically doubled here with the introduction of the euro and everybody’s still mad as hell about it and isn’t going to take it anymore (that prices here in Germany are greatly lower than in other neighboring countries is something they are either not aware of or don’t care about).
Not only that, lots of these new fangled euro coins and bills are from other European Euroland countries other than Deutschland ITSELF and this appears to make Germans nervous or suspicious or something, having to carry around somebody else’s foreign money like that, I mean. Unless they are coin collectors or something, of course.
In other words, who cares what the Germans think? They are the last to give a you-know-what about whatever it is Germans are complaining about at the moment themselves. They don’t take any of this moaning stuff seriously themselves, in other words. So why should you? Oh, you don't either? Damn. Then you could live here, too.
And überhaupt (and anyway), what’s so bad about the euro? They ought to see how far they get tying to spend dollars these days instead.
Je oller, je dollar.
Kommentare auf Deutsch? Klar.
If I had a "Zent" for every time a customer complained about the Euro I'd be a very rich cashier lady indeed.
And it's not just about the higher prices - imagined or real.
What people mostly complain about is that they can't tell the evil "Schrottgeld" apart, or that the "Zent" is way too small (funny how they still manage to confuse the oh so tiny buggers with the 2 cent coins then... or with the totally different looking but identically sized 1 Pfennig pieces that still keep appearing everywhere...).
Well, anyway, I like the Euro. And it's funny to see how fast it travels. Someone was paying with a Dutch coin within the first week of the currency switch.
Not so funny (or maybe extra funny - as long as you're not the person trying to reason this out) were the occasional people at the beginning who couldn't understand why I'd refuse an American cent.
"I am sorry, sir, but this is an American cent piece."
"Well, yes, that's kind of the point of the Eurocent."
"Yes, sir, but this is an AMERICAN cent."
*desparation creeping into voice* "But you have to accept all cent pieces from all countries!"
"Yes, sir, from all EUROPEAN countries that are part of the Euro zone. But this is from America, look it says so right here...."
*customer takes back coin and hands over other one, but clearly does not believe evil cashier woman of doom*
I swear to god, this happened; it was so terrible. *laughs manically* (Comment this)
Was my comment too strange? :P (Comment this)
In rural areas distant kin tend to interbreed....... ;)
But it was hard to believe for me as well - while it was happening to me. Sometimes it's so hard to not tell the ppl how stupid they are... (Comment this)