Today (well technically yesterday), Frank took the call of a marketing company who has been tormenting me since Friday (That is 5 freakin' days!). It was the best moments in this year so far.
What we heard from his side was something like this:
"Hello? Hello? Yes, hi.
Yes, I guess I do have time for that...
Do you have porn? I mean, do you have adult channels?
No? No adult channels?
I dunno, I don't think so, I just found this phone...
Well... OK. Bye."
I know I must have misquoted so so very much, but oh my god. It happened.
I wish oh, I wish it had been recorded.
Carina and I were standing by him HOWLING with laughter. He must have suspected something... The guy at the other end, I mean.
When I asked how Frank managed to be so calm and not laugh too, he just said "I've been dealing with telephone salesmen for a long time...."
It happened.
onsdag 18. april 2012
torsdag 12. april 2012
Easter holiday
I love the Easter. Being at Okse and just chillin'. With an easter egg filled with sweets.
Yum yum.
I haven't got a lot to say, but will let the pictures speak for themselves.
KTHXBYE! :D
Yum yum.
I haven't got a lot to say, but will let the pictures speak for themselves.
View from "Oksetoppen". |
View from Oksetoppen |
Where we used to sit and eat crabs then jump in the sea and wash it off after. |
"Skjæret", they used to clear off all the seaweed so we could swim over and sit there without having to worry about jelly fish. I quite liked that. |
"Bukta", where we found loads of driftwood and.. other stuff.. Like messages in a bottle and stuff. |
Used to run really really fast back and forth here. Good times. |
Okse! |
Easter egg filled with goodly yummies. Of awesomeness. |
And lastly; annoying swans trying to attack our boat. Love it when that happens. |
KTHXBYE! :D
onsdag 4. april 2012
Airports.
I FORGOT MY PASSPORT AND HAD TO HAVE ALAN SEND IT TO ME IN A TAXI!
I am furious with myself. How stupid can you be!?
Grrrr...
Luckily there was a nice lady-person who helped me a lot, and fortunately rebooking only cost £50, and not a million, as one would expect it to cost... So yay for that. My passport's adventure alone in the taxi was actually more expensive than rebooking that ticket. As one would expect with taxis. But fortunately not as expensive as it would have been in Norway though.
Thank Christ.
So now I'm sat here at the airport, pooping, while an annoying game-thing in Serendipity Games keeps playing the same game-tune over and over and over.
Hah, there was this air-hostess-lady-type of thing that suspiciously asked me if I weas waiting on a plane.
The look on her face was reasonably epic.
She looked a bit like she thought I was here by choice (a homeless person, in case you didn't get the hint of bitterness.), and not because I am going to catch a flight tomorrow at 6.
Asshat.
Urgh. I am so furious with myself now, how could I forget the passport!? Seriously!
Hah. Quite proud of this themed reply to Mr. Jones' words of wisdom. Thanks dude. You made my day. Seriously. I love being able to throw in a complaint whilst trying (often failing) to be witty. It's win-win.
OOOH! And a nice man working at the airport offered me a tea or coffee! He previously came up to me all scary-looking asking if I was waiting for a plane and explained that there would be a fire drill (he did also go on about how a really long alarm probably would indicate a real fire, which was hilarious.) How insanely nice is that! I am utterly charmed. What a nice man! Most people would just let me buy the crappy one from the Nescafé one right next to me, but no, not him. This is why I love Britain. Politeness and shit! Not shit. But shit as in "general stuff".
Yah.
Coolbeans.
Apparently I'm the only one waiting here over night.
Cool.
Mood is definitely better than it was.
I am furious with myself. How stupid can you be!?
Grrrr...
Luckily there was a nice lady-person who helped me a lot, and fortunately rebooking only cost £50, and not a million, as one would expect it to cost... So yay for that. My passport's adventure alone in the taxi was actually more expensive than rebooking that ticket. As one would expect with taxis. But fortunately not as expensive as it would have been in Norway though.
Thank Christ.
So now I'm sat here at the airport, pooping, while an annoying game-thing in Serendipity Games keeps playing the same game-tune over and over and over.
My wonderful view. |
The fucking annoying place with the even more annoying music. On repeat. |
The look on her face was reasonably epic.
She looked a bit like she thought I was here by choice (a homeless person, in case you didn't get the hint of bitterness.), and not because I am going to catch a flight tomorrow at 6.
Asshat.
Urgh. I am so furious with myself now, how could I forget the passport!? Seriously!
Hah. Quite proud of this themed reply to Mr. Jones' words of wisdom. Thanks dude. You made my day. Seriously. I love being able to throw in a complaint whilst trying (often failing) to be witty. It's win-win.
OOOH! And a nice man working at the airport offered me a tea or coffee! He previously came up to me all scary-looking asking if I was waiting for a plane and explained that there would be a fire drill (he did also go on about how a really long alarm probably would indicate a real fire, which was hilarious.) How insanely nice is that! I am utterly charmed. What a nice man! Most people would just let me buy the crappy one from the Nescafé one right next to me, but no, not him. This is why I love Britain. Politeness and shit! Not shit. But shit as in "general stuff".
Yah.
Coolbeans.
Apparently I'm the only one waiting here over night.
Cool.
Mood is definitely better than it was.
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