Lost with Leonidas
Today could have been fun, but it wasn't.
After going to the community administration office to ask for permission to stay and work here, I had to get to a distant metro station to get a monthly season card, which was impossible yesterday. Too many people standing in line.
But today I was on location early, so this should be easy I thought. I mean this is the third day that they are available.
I get my que ticket and it read 117.
I look at the board on the wall.
It announces that the fortunate person with nr. 21 is welcome.
I decide to go for a walk, I see others with Harry Potter-sized books reading outside the office.
So I walk for quite some time but then get nervous and head back. On the way I meet a man and he wants to swap ticket with me. He's got nr 77 so I get suspicious. But we compare them and it seems valid. Even more nervous I return.
Is it walid? Have they already passed my turn? Is that why he wanted to change? I can't come up with any logical reason. I enter the hall just to find that the number has, after at least 30 mins changed into ..22.
I go for another walk, another direction. I find a lot of stores and return a while later. By the station I meet the man who wanted to swap. He tells me there's no use in going down, they're only on 23.
I think "fine" and start exploring some more.
I ate a delicious burger at McDonald's (yes, I am ashamed of myself) with fried chicken, salad and herbs on the bread instead of seeds.
And I went into Leonidas store, Jonatan has strongly adviced me to taste their pralines. They had uncountable amounts of them and I couldn't decide what I wanted, so they gave me a praline menu. Rather cute, but I found not one, but three pralines with my name on them. They were literally called Louise, so how could I choose anything else?
I realised that the queing couldn't have gone very far so I simply took the metro home, picked up my ipod and my book (Hanteringen av ododa, av John Ajvide Lindquist) and read outside the ticket office, like the others.
4 (FOUR!) and half an hour after I took my ticket, it was my turn.
Imagine if I still would have had 117.
After that I intentionally got lost in the city. Took me quite some time to find the place where I started and I ended up in some dodgy parts of the town. Then picked up youngest one, she was behaving really well.
The metro played "In his kiss" and "sexyback". Felt slightly embarressed standing next to 100 unknown persons in bright light hearing Timbaland half moaning, half asking me to "come to the back" and "come here child".
Oh, one more thing. You can get drunk in the supermarket here. They do wine samplings.
Tomorrow I'm getting an bank account. Things are moving.
Tata!
buildings close to where I got lost.
After going to the community administration office to ask for permission to stay and work here, I had to get to a distant metro station to get a monthly season card, which was impossible yesterday. Too many people standing in line.
But today I was on location early, so this should be easy I thought. I mean this is the third day that they are available.
I get my que ticket and it read 117.
I look at the board on the wall.
It announces that the fortunate person with nr. 21 is welcome.
I decide to go for a walk, I see others with Harry Potter-sized books reading outside the office.
So I walk for quite some time but then get nervous and head back. On the way I meet a man and he wants to swap ticket with me. He's got nr 77 so I get suspicious. But we compare them and it seems valid. Even more nervous I return.
Is it walid? Have they already passed my turn? Is that why he wanted to change? I can't come up with any logical reason. I enter the hall just to find that the number has, after at least 30 mins changed into ..22.
I go for another walk, another direction. I find a lot of stores and return a while later. By the station I meet the man who wanted to swap. He tells me there's no use in going down, they're only on 23.
I think "fine" and start exploring some more.
I ate a delicious burger at McDonald's (yes, I am ashamed of myself) with fried chicken, salad and herbs on the bread instead of seeds.
And I went into Leonidas store, Jonatan has strongly adviced me to taste their pralines. They had uncountable amounts of them and I couldn't decide what I wanted, so they gave me a praline menu. Rather cute, but I found not one, but three pralines with my name on them. They were literally called Louise, so how could I choose anything else?
I realised that the queing couldn't have gone very far so I simply took the metro home, picked up my ipod and my book (Hanteringen av ododa, av John Ajvide Lindquist) and read outside the ticket office, like the others.
4 (FOUR!) and half an hour after I took my ticket, it was my turn.
Imagine if I still would have had 117.
After that I intentionally got lost in the city. Took me quite some time to find the place where I started and I ended up in some dodgy parts of the town. Then picked up youngest one, she was behaving really well.
The metro played "In his kiss" and "sexyback". Felt slightly embarressed standing next to 100 unknown persons in bright light hearing Timbaland half moaning, half asking me to "come to the back" and "come here child".
Oh, one more thing. You can get drunk in the supermarket here. They do wine samplings.
Tomorrow I'm getting an bank account. Things are moving.
Tata!
buildings close to where I got lost.
Kommentarer
Postat av: Ted
Leonidas rockar! Och jag vill sätta tänderna i en Louise, nu!
Här är lite kul om köande, tills nästa kö du ställer dig i, hoho;
http://www.expressen.se/1.204207
http://www.expressen.se/1.56697
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Love, the key that unlocks the bars of impossibility!
Postat av: Louise
Ted, du ar cp, din nord <3
Postat av: Ted
(Din) nörd ;)
Postat av: Ozzy
ÄGÄGÄGÄG ingen svensk alkohollag (1994:1738 kap 4 §9) = smakprov
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