Many, many years ago, I was in Rome with my parents. It was very hot. I could not wait to sit and drink a Coke. The waiter brought it. It was a 70-degrees Coke.
My dad said not to ask for ice.
“There are no ice cubes in Rome,” he said.
Hot, tired, thirsty and frustrated, I retained my humor.
Many, many years ago, I was in Rome with my parents. It was very hot. I could not wait to sit and drink a Coke. The waiter brought it. It was a 70-degrees Coke.
My dad said not to ask for ice.
“There are no ice cubes in Rome,” he said.
Hot, tired, thirsty and frustrated, I retained my humor.
“What,” I said, “did they lose the formula?”
Americans have a jones for ice-cold drinks.
Hahaha! This is exactly what I was talking about!
Don’t get me started on going somewhere for coffee and the coffee is not hot!