First is when I stop at a pub for lunch. For reasons, which even now I can't figure out, I order a chili-stuffed potato. It is horrible. Quite frankly, it's the worst pub food I have my whole time in England. The beer is good, though. Never again, until my last night in England 7 weeks hence, do I order American-type food while I am in Europe.
Second, I decide to stop at a Burger King Internet Café to access my email. Yes, it's true, a Burger King Cyber Café. It takes me 40 minutes just to purge the spam that made it through the Mail Guard filter. What a waste of time and energy. I'm afraid spam is going to be the death of the Internet.
I am brought up short at the smell of cigarette smoke. I realize that I am shocked. I can't remember the last time I saw a smoker in a fast-food restaurant. I worry that I'm becoming another "politically correct" anti-smoker person, me, a three-pack-a-day smoker until I quit 17 years, three months, and 13 days ago. I also worry that, if I am bothered by second-hand smoke, I'm going to have problems later when I get to continental Europe, especially since I'll be traveling with a smoker for 3 weeks.