1) A British guy at the copy shop who makes suits for a living and offered to make my parents a suit at a reduced price because I was so nice and spoke such lovely German. We bonded over a discussion of the Greek economic situation, and how impractical pants with pockets down to your ankles would be.
2 and 3) Two Mormon missionaries who approached me on the street last night and asked in heavily accented German if I believed in God. I said, "That's a pretty heavy question for a Wednesday night," in English. Turns out they were from Minnesota and Utah, and they quite adorably tried to get me to come to a Book of Mormon study party at their apartment on Saturday. I can't battle with people that cute, so I just smiled and nodded as they told me all about how Joseph Smith translated the Book of Mormon, but did not mention anything about the angel giving him a pair of magic goggles to do it. Yes I have read Under the Banner of Heaven. I still love Mormons though, provided they're not the cast of Sister Wives.
4) The South African's Zimbabwean army friend. Those two together are non-stop hilarity, and Latvian Friend and I wound up taking them to the salsa bar. Being from Sub-Saharan Africa does not automatically bless you with dancing skills, for the record.
That's all I got! Adios!
1 comment:
i think you only hate sister wives because you want to be one...whorebag
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