7-11 clerk (yes, I was at a 7-11... I wanted a Daim candy bar): Oingie boingie oop diddle meow.
Me (as I hand her my money because I can still see how much things are even if I have no idea what she said): Oh, Iäm sorry. I donät speak Swedish.
7-11: Oh! Iäm sorry...
Me: Itäs okay! Iäm used to it by now.
7-11: You look Swedish!
Me (laughing): Thanks!
Note: Swedish girls are hot. The guys in my class are totally drooling over these girls. Tonight, for once, I didnät wear jean and running shoes. I got all dressed up and almost killed myself more than once in my stilettos on the cobblestones. But thatäs okay... I look Swedish!!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
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Swedish girls are hot....so you blend right in? Was that the point? :) I guess there's a reason they have that infamous bikini team over there.
You are the Swedish Karate Kid, after all. I thought you said Swedish girls are hot but dress funny?
They dress a bit on the funny side... but the definitely don't dress like we do. But I was wearing all black (imagine that)... my gauchos and a black top and my heels... it blended more than other things...
I canøt get comcast to work here at my new hotel in Denmark.
You? All black? Color me shocked. Pun intended! Ha!
* taps microphone *
Is this thing on?
WELCOME HOME (heard about your return via Maki's blog)! Can't wait to see the pictures!
I'm here... physically. Not so much mentally.
I jinxed myself on the trip when I bragged about not working the day after our return. I got called in. Boooo...
And then I had class last night.
I'm pooped.
I'm so pooped that I'm not making it for Thirsty Thursday. And who can beat baseball, cheap beer, and friends?
Yet, I think I'll be sleeping.
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