Morjes!

Welcome to my blog. I write about fitting in, sticking out, and missing the motherland as a serial foreigner.

Another receipt

Here's another receipt. Miriam and I went to get our hairs cut yesterday at the local Supercuts (my budget for my own haircuts is apparently around $10/year). When we walked in, the greeter took our names down to get us in line for a cut. When we walked out, they gave me this receipt (shown in part):

I think that is the most creative misspelling of my name that I have ever seen, and I've seen some good ones ("Prejat" comes to mind). What's interesting is that she got "Miriam" spot-on - no problems there.

The medicine cabinet

Gas pains