Makes me miss cheap Winco sushi.
But really, it's how we drive here. Instead of 4-way stops, there are just blank intersections. If you're not on the "main road" (designated by an odd-looking arrow on a small and obscure sign), you are supposed to slow down any time there is a road on the right-hand side. There are no extra signs, no warnings - it's just understood.
I hate slowing down for what may be nobody, but I guess it is better than having to stop and chug out of first gear again and again.
Finally received my special car yesterday. We have advertisements for a workout place called "Power Plate" all over it, including opaque ads on the backseat windows. Very safe. Me and Pow-Pow are going to have great adventures in Belgium together.
Found the following on a website today for women traveling solo:
"Wear a real of fake wedding ring and carry a picture of a real or fake husband. There's no need to tell men that you're traveling alone. Lie unhesitatingly. You're traveling with your husband. He's waiting for you at the hotel. He's a professional wrestler who retired from the sport for psychological reasons."
Congrats, Marc, you've earned a new identity.