Last week I was sitting on the bus when two women got on and asked whether this bus stopped at a particular stop. After fumbling around a bit with the German, we agreed that they were on the right bus. I'm pretty good with keeping up with all of the u-bahn stops, but knowing the bus stops is a completely different story. However, I knew they were on the right bus because we were going to the same stop.
When we reached our stop, I noticed the two women weren't moving, so as I exited I asked whether this was their stop. They looked around and told me they didn't think so and that they were going to IKEA. I told them yes, this is the stop and we all hurried to get off the bus.
As we walked to the crosswalk, I apologized for my poor German and explained that I was also heading to IKEA. That's when the second woman spoke for the first time: "Oh, are you Swedish?"
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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Did Brian tell you about the waitress at Cafe Central that asked if I was French? He didn't quite her her so there is some debate concerning the accuracy with which I understood, but anyway to this day I have feelings of pride and loathing.
Hmmm, do you look Swedish? I love your Sharkdog posts - they crack me up! He is one spoiled dog - what is he going to do if you guys have kiddos one day?? Trigger gets the shaft on a regular basis now - poor dude hasn't even ever been on our blog. Maybe I should rectify that. :-)
Jake, Brian hadn't mentioned that story. He was probably trying to spare you the embarrassment.
Summer, I've never been to Sweden and I don't think I know anyone from Sweden, so it's hard to say. :) But a lot of people associate blond hair and blue eyes with someone of Scandinavian descent (which would include Sweden). I definitely think you should show some love to Trigger.
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