Warning: The goods were stolen accidentally though there is some element of moral shadiness.
I hate tourists as a rule. I hate the way they're dumb enough to get ripped off, I hate the way they clog up the Underground standing on the wrong side of the escalators, I hate they use their excessive wealth to fund trips to see dumb exhibits like the '18th century chipped tooth of King Whoever the 7th'.
My annoyance at them not being able to 'get things' and holding up queues while people try to explain the intricacies of the Oyster Card is thrown back in my face when I am the dumb one. Dumb is quite a good word to use actually I think because you are quite literally dumb in their lingo.
Ah whatever, stupid story waste of time. Summary: tall long blond haired hair man smiled and bought all my stuff for me out of his stupidity and/or ignorance. I left. I have the receipt to prove the supermarket was paid for my goods. Just not by me...
I did walk around the rest of the trip very paranoid he was going to find me and demand the 150 Kroners back.
God I HATE being back, everything about it, I hate.
Norway was a piece of Paradise. Beautiful days of solitude to stare and ... play solitaire. :) Alone in the quiet quiet wooden house. Until the family returned and the Loneliness began, surrounded by people.
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7 comments:
What actually happened? blondie did your shopping for you!?
Why the bloody hell are you complaining woman. He was probably a millionaire.
If I stood around like a lemon by the till with a basket of goodies, i'd be grateful if a tall knight in shining armour came to my rescue...
I'm not complaining, I just don't want the Norweigan secret police on my doorstep. I don't believe that he was a knight, rather a ditz. Why didn't he think about how much he was being charged rather than paying for someone else's groceries?? Anyway my special amazing mini-strawberry jam which i stocked up got confiscated at the airport on return so that was my punishment anyway. Hey what you doing this weekend dude??
i still dont get the thing about the guy paying for you..maybe in his country when men do that it means the girl would instantly fall to her knees and beg the man to marry her.
beanazir
why was the jam so special??
im learning my presentation this wkend, and im doing some boring essentials clothes shopping. probably in harrow...
why? had somth in mind? I'll be freer after i get back from birmingham on the 4th. I really wanna see that film, the diving bell and the butterfly, have you heard of it? we should go.
There's nothing to get. Its a mystery.
I'm trying to remember what 'diving bell...' is about, remind me?
Some guy who has a stroke and is comletely immobile, except he can blink. He writes a book by blinking.
that sounds funny, but its not a comedy. and its a bit french methinks.
Oh yeh that's it. Not my thing dude. I'm over heart-rendering, cancer survivor, soppy rubbish. Doesn't move me. Or it makes me sad and I have no desire to swallow an unhappiness dose purposefully. Hey good luck for Wednesday!!! It'll be sooper dooper.
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