Ok, I've finally admitted it to myself. I realized the one thing that gets me worked up when i travel. It’s not tipping, the lack of shower curtains, the washcloth debate, bedspreads vs duvets, or even back bacon vs streaky bacon (it's bacon, it's glorious, why are we arguing?). No, it’s going into a restaurant with counter service and being unable to clean up after myself.
The expectation to clean up is so deeply ingrained that leaving a tray on the table just feels wrong. When I don't see an obvious bin, the internal struggle starts. The last thing I want to do is leave my rubbish behind, only to find out there was a bin I simply missed, but the reality is there never is a bin.
Yesterday at McDonald's, I stood up just to look for a bin, and the staff came right over to take the tray from me. At lunch today, I wanted to clean up, only to be told, "Just leave it, I'll take it all away."
I accept and enjoy every other cultural difference, but apparently, my ultimate test of survival is learning how to successfully abandon a tray of rubbish. And right now, I am failing miserably.
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