On friday erica arrived at 6 pm. By 6:30 she had taken over the laundry room of my building and was either washing or drying every article of clothing she had taken with her on her journey. She also arrived with three bottles of wine and a 12 pack of beer so all was forgiven. It was then time for Erica to experiance "the man in the window" a small asian man and his wife who have a small window on the street level of my apartment building and can create either thai, chinese or italian dishes for your consumption. Everything invariably tastes the same... delicious.
All was going smoothly until it was time to head out. After consuming copious amounts of alcohol, Erica was feeling quite loose in the head and mistakenly left home without the tram pass we had purchased just hours earlier. This would have been fine except for the fact that a tram worker, we will name her St. Peter (Erica and I aren't sure but we think he judges you when you get to heaven) took it upon herself to make sure that Erica and I were not wronging the Swedish tram system. St. Peter heard me talking to Erica informing her to get out her ticket, Erica too drunk to comprehend what is going on just looks up laughing saying she forgot her ticket. St. Peter hears the exchange and turns to me and asks me in Swedish where my friend's ticket is. I try to explain in English the situation. St. Peter becomes angry and once again starts talking to me in Swedish. I once again try to explain that I only speak English. St. Peter informs me I am wrong. I inform her this cannot be so. I then tell St. Peter that I will buy Erica a ticket with my phone. St. Peter sees that my phone is in Swedish and once again starts yelling at me in Swedish. I explain to St. Peter that in fact the reason my phone is in Swedish is because I bought it here and can't figure out how to switch it to English... on account of it being in Swedish. St. Peter is still angry and takes Erica's drivers license to call the police, because she no longer believes me about anything. Not sure what happens during that conversation on account of it being Swedish. But St. Peter once again turns to me and tells me I am lying. Sebastian informs St. Peter that I infact am telling the truth, but it is to no avail. She says she is going to check something up front, our stop comes we get off.
Had fun at a club...
Next morning head to Norway. Ate a whopper for breakfast. Ate a ham sandwich as a snack. Ate fish soup for lunch. Ate either cod or cloud fish for dinner. Went out
Had fun at a Norweigan club...
Next day saw naked people in comprimising positions in a park. Saw three old viking ships. Had erica mess up our bus tickets home. Cried and ate a chocolate bar. Recovered, and ate a pizza buffet.
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