Well, I made it through the first work "week", though not without getting on the wrong commuter rail on the way home and winding up quite a few miles away from anywhere familiar. Did I mention I then got threatened by a 14 year old who seemed to think I was mildly out of line for being at the train stop when she wanted to smoke pot there with her friends? Because I did. Sigh*.
Given all that, this chart from the Economist seemed appropriate.
I did have to wonder whether this was average beer prices or lowest cost beer, and for what region. I actually am allergic to beer, so I'm not sure if that $1.80 for 500 mL (17 oz or so) is accurate or common. Seemed a bit low to me, but it's likely because it's part of a retail price for a six pack, not the bar prices I've seen.
Regardless, I was glad to see that if I needed to do some drinking, I'm apparently in the right country for it.
*In case you're curious how I fared in this encounter with the Roslindale hooligans, the answer is strangely. I was pretty over the top upset about the train thing (it was unmarked with a broken PA system so I couldn't even correct my mistake quickly as they weren't announcing any stops). In my tired still post-partum hormonal state, I really couldn't handle this child attempting to impress her friends, and ended up rolling my eyes at her and walking off with a "Fine, whatever". I think she was genuinely surprised by that response, couldn't think of a comeback and then I was gone. It occurred to me later that I had quite possibly just out teenagered a teenager.
Ultimately, my very sweet husband came and found me, which was quite nice of him.