Hope you read Emily Post?

In a comment on Rachel's blog I saw the discussion about "eating in the street".
Angrily I stare at a small dark spot on my beautiful cherry-red coat ("With it you brighten up a grey winter day, love", people tell me). Yes: Someone in the underground slurped her silly coffee-to-go - swoosh - -- sprinkle - she didn't even notice.
Of course it is forbidden to drink/eat on public transport - but: WHO cares?
I remember Fräulein Dr. M., our elegant English teacher, who told us that it is indecent for a girl to lick on an icecream-cone in public - we stared at her, and (even more sensational than the archaic and long-forgotten word "indecent") : we did not understand why!
"Blessed are the poor in -- err -- wordly knowledge-- when they are only eleven years old... "

Espresso-language-learning

This morning I started to optimise my learning of Italian. Have bought a book "Fluent Forever" (I always fall for such titles) by Gabriel Wyner - and then I tried for more than an hour to install a recommended flashcard database - "Espresso". So annoyed: it shows the translation of the Italian sentence in - Croatian? Czech? Romanian? - and I couldn't find out how to change the translation to German. Didn't feel fit to learn two languages at once, though Wyner's second (sound) advice is "Don't translate".
Drank a real espresso instead.