Meter reading
Had btw a visit from British Gas yesterday, for a meter reading. Unfortunately the guy decided to turn up at 9.30 in the morning while I was still in bed so I got up with my hair sticking out from my head in weird angles and only put on a robe. The guy looked a bit surprised to see me like that and afterwards I looked in the miror realising I looked like a crackhead. The whole thing remined me of a similar thing that happened when I lived in Stockholm.
Back in the day I lived with a guy named Tor and one of my best friends Frida who happened to be Tors girlfriend as well. Anyway, cut a long story short, the people owning the house we lived in sent around a guy to look at all ovens in all the flats to see if they where up to a certain standard etc. We had gotten a note about this but I had totally forgotten about it. So that morning Tor went off to work while Frida and I stayed in. When the doorbell went off I was still asleep (had been out drinking the night before…) so I didnt know who it was and all i could find to put on was a minimal towel. It was so tiny that if i would have bent over just two centimeters, anyone watching would have seen my…well you get the idea. So anyway, i opened the door and the first thing that the guy (he was around 25 maybe) says is “dra på trissor!” which is like saying “jeez lousie” or similar. About that time Frida yelled “who is it honey” and came out in the hallway wearing only a duvet. Needless to say the guy was quiet for quite some time before he started talking about gas ovens, haha! It only got worse when he realised that there was a guy living there as well with two girls apparently walking around naked in the middle of the day. Aw, he was sweet!
Ah, the memories!
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