No shoes, please!

In a recent post, I said that I’ll share some of my childhood stories. See here. Today’s post is about a cultural practice that we brought from Guyana to the U.S. We take off our shoes before entering our home. We never asked our parents why we had to take off our shoes, we just did it. I suppose the main reason is for cleanliness. Think of all the dirt and yucky stuff our shoes touch daily – it is best to leave all those germs outside.

Some floor activities in Guyana:

  1. Some families sat on the floor to eat their daily meals (not so common nowadays)
  2. The women often sat on the floor to “pick rice” – removing all the black rice or pieces of foreign objects that came with the rice.
  3. Some families sat on the floor to cut their vegetables.
  4. Everyone sat on the floor for all Hindu and Muslim ceremonies.
  5. Guests also sat on the floor to eat the meal that was served after the religious ceremony.
  6. Many babies and young children slept on the floor during the day, so moms can keep an eye on them while they did their chores.
  7. The floor converted to a bed when guests stayed over.

We still practice some of the activities listed above here in the U.S.

I also want to share with you that worshipers take off their shoes at all mandirs and mosques. No exception.

Here at home, I wear a pair of fluffy slippers 🙂  When I visit someone’s home, I take off my shoes, unless the host asks me to keep them on.

Here is a picture of the shoe rack in our garage (very messy). I keep all my “nice” shoes in boxes in my bedroom.

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No Sausage, please!

Okay, today’s post is a bit of a rant.

I don’t like to fuss over the cost of my food, but I think what happened last week was “highway” robbery, or more fittingly, “drive-thru” robbery. I was at a restaurant chain, which will remain unnamed (the Golden Arches) and I was overcharged. Yes, overcharged because their “machine” doesn’t allow them to adjust any prices. I ordered a sausage “golden arches” muffin with egg, but without the sausage. I asked the person who took my order not to charge me for the sausage. She said that it can’t be done because the machine doesn’t allow her to do so. She will have to charge me the full price. Since I was in the drive-thru, and I was aware that folks were behind me, I allowed her to charge me the full price.

What she should have done: ring up the price for an egg, a muffin, and the cheese separately.

I know it is possible because this courtesy was extended to me in the past

Lesson for me: The next time I want to order anything other than coffee, find a parking space, walk into Yellow Arches, and place a face-to face order.

Have a happy Sunday, everyone!

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