I went to a hospital here in Gothenburg to see the doctor a while ago. He checked me, and after I had opened my mouth to show him my tounge, he told me I was sick. REALLY sick!
As soon as I came home, I ran into the bathroom, to check my tounge in the mirror. I borrow my grandmothers magnifying glass. I didn´t think I looked sick.
Do you think I look sick?
Clumsy story no. 1
- I felt very attached to my car
One sunny day I was going to give my friend Settie (her real name is Setareh, that is “star” in persian, but nevermind). I borrowed my stepmother’s SAAB 9-5 and in those cars the controllers to the power windows is placed in the middle, between the front seats. Anyhow, the nail on my longest right hand finger was a bit long, so I started to bit it of, while I was standing at the traffic lights waiting for it to turn green. Suddenly I succeeded biting the nail off, so with my left hand, I pushed the power window button down. I hung out my right hand and tried to shake the nail of, but it was stuck in saliva!
As I was standing first in the car que I sort of got panic when the lights suddenly turned into green! By some reason, my brain doesn´t communicate good enough with the rest of my body in panic situations, so guess what – my LEFT hand went down as a falcon, and landed on the power window button! Of course my right hand got stuck as the window went up again. But it doesn´t stop here – then the left hand (I have no control any longer, I just observe my different bodyparts living their own life) goes down AGAIN and violently press the gear stick in the first gear position, and the car starts to move (body parts conspiracy). I actually manage to change to the second gear, before the left hand decided to free his stucked friend loose.
The funniest thing was that when Settie saw my red, struggeling hand out the window as my car accelerated away, she just waved back…
- some people doesn’t change a bit. I am NOT one of those.
Well, it has happened; I am 34 years old today. I have no particular feeling about it, just that the day has been rushing away. Tomorrow we celebrate Midsummer’s Eve here in Sweden, so I guess I will take it easy today.
By the way, what happened the last 16 years??
Henrik the Gothenburger
Well, guess it could have been worse!
PS: My grandmother just called. She does that every year, to sing for me. This time it sounded something like this:
“I hope you will live
I hope you will live
I hope you will live for a hundred years
Then I will shoot you in the butt
when you are hundred years old”
She’s from Saaremaa outside Estonia, of course she have to shoot somebody!
Oh, by the way; thank you SO much for all greetings I received at facebook!! I really appreciate it!