Monday, June 12, 2006

Bårk bårk bårk!!!

Where am I again? That's right...back in the States.

This morning on my way to work, I (as always) was idling in traffic on scenic Route 54 in Chapel Hill. Out of the corner of my eye I see a man (who looks oddly familiar) motioning for me to roll down my window. Great...another flat tire, I'm thinking. So...with a sour look on my face, I roll down the window and out pops a flurry of Swedish from the gentleman in the BMW. He points to the rear of my car and says, "Does your car go very fast?" (I write that in English because I have no idea how to spell properly in Swedish). Ummmm...this may be the part where I note that I have a vanity plate reading, "SNABB" which is fast in Swedish.

My jaw drops and I respond with a rapid, "Ja!!!!" Partly out of surprise that I was hearing Swedish, partly out of surprise that I actually understood what he said. Only then did it occur to me that I was speaking to one of the Neuro Vascular surgeons from the Hospital (whom I have met on several occasions prior to rotting in traffic with him). I squeaked back some pleasantries in Swedish before being hustled along by the flow of traffic.

It usually takes me a few days to adjust to America after being gone for a couple of weeks. I think it has to do a lot with being able to comprehend everything that is going on around me (as opposed to every fifth word or so). Just when I start to get my footing, some rogue Swede comes along and sends me flying back to my prior existence. So entirely confusing for me.

I am still responding to questions with Jas and/or Nejs. I'm still saying, "oj" when I bump into things (which I do frequently as I am not exactly graceful). I'm still chewing on bilar and making matters all the more complex, I have Håkan Hellstrom spinning in the car.

Quite frankly....I am surprised that I found my way to work and remembered my eighty zillion passwords. I wish my boss could recognize my angst and turmoil and take it a little easier on me today instead of assigning me work...like I am actually supposed to be productive. *rolls eyes in disgust*

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At 6/12/2006 05:53:00 PM , Blogger High Priestess Kang said...

It always tickles me to see were the second/third language skills pop up. After having my lighters removed by the TSA in JFK, I had to buy one in DeGaulle. Who knew that I would remember the word for lighter all these years later?

Oj oj oj!!!!

 
At 6/14/2006 12:36:00 PM , Blogger High Priestess Kang said...

Nope. Not allowed. One may, however, bring up to four books of matches on the plane with them.

That makes as much sense to me as the plastic and duct tape bullshit.

 

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