Annoying German Shouts Into Cell Phone

So I was riding the bus downtown earlier today, and a couple of German dudes were sitting behind me. The louder one kept answering his cell phone, into which he would shout a series of unintelligible phrases and then hang up. And then it would ring again, and he would answer it, and shout some more, etc etc. How irritating!!!

The interesting thing was that every so often, he would interject the (English) phrase “Fish and chips”. So it would go like this: “Muchen daten delfta aften FISH AND CHIPS buchen zalza ahm!!”

I was SO confused.

AND seriously annoyed and hoping he wasn’t spitting in my hair or anything like that. There were a lot of phlemmy, hacking-type syllables being thrown around back there. And me without any headwear!

Anyhoo, I was under the impression that it was primarily idiot Americans doing that sort of thing, but I was wrong. Even worse, as I couldn’t understand what he was yelling about, I didn’t see how the fried seafood reference fit in at all with whatever else he was worked up over.

Also, why wouldn’t he just use the German word for it? Why shout everything in German but that???

"FISH AND CHIPS!!!! FISH AND CHIPS!!!!!!!!!!!"

Gah!

Man oh man these blog entries are getting worse and worse, aren’t they? I need some new material…..

Long Time No Blog.

Hello, my dears. I am so sorry to have neglected you for so long. I have been a busy PR weasel at work, with a side-job of getting my house ready to sell. It is exhausting work, fixing all the things around the house that have been broken for 2 years. It never bothered me any! But I suspect potential buyers will care about such things much more than I do. The place is now squeaky clean and looking sharp. Somebody better buy it!!!!

Which brings me to my next point, there’s only a couple of months left before Hildy will be rendered completely homeless! A weary blonde vagabond with scrappy beagle in tow, with nowhere to hang our proverbial hats. I’m hoping to find a new house soon, but one never knows when the right house will become available. Thankfully I have been offered a place to stay so I will not be encamped on a street corner, waiting for my realtor to call. Thank you, Stanny!

That said, I would like to announce that those protesters in France had better pack it in and behave themselves while I’m in town. I’ve waited my entire life to see Paris with mine own eyes, and I don’t intend to let anything stand in my way! Don’t force me to whip out a can of whoop-ass, people! This is your only warning!

Stay tuned for important updates regarding my Europe trip, which is rocking up in less than 3 weeks. Such as the fact that I have decided to wear ONLY TURTLENECKS while I'm there. That's right---it's going to be an all-turtleneck policy, all the time. I'll be damned if some Scotsman thinks he's going to catch a glimpse of MY neck!! I don't think so, pal!!!!

Consequently, there is supposed to be some "Deep Freeze" while I'm there, hence the all-turtleneck line-up. It's not ONLY because I'm half-crazy.

And now it is time for chocolate imbibing. Ta!!!!

Thanks, I’ll pass on the pig brains.

Hello my lovelies. I am pleased to announce that the countdown for my inaugural trip to Europa is well underway. Only six weeks left! I can’t even believe it. I received my passport a couple of weeks ago, prompting me to dance around my kitchen with glee. (At which point the beagle attempted to bite me. He doesn’t like it when I dance and/or sing.)

(Keep your snide comments to yourselves!)

So I’ve been researching various activities and foodstuffs to be had in the various regions in which we’ll be cavorting. All was going well, until I began looking into French cuisine.

Let me be the first to say that I would like nothing better than to saturate myself in the local Parisian atmosphere and cuisine. After all, that is what I’m paying good money to experience.

However.

It will be a cold day in Hades when I eat pig brains.

I am a big fan of the movie Amelie. I own it, I have seen it many times, and I watched it again recently as I am stoked about running amok amid the Frenchies.

I was floored to find out that I will be staying directly across from the cafe where Amelie was filmed in Paris. Eureka! How very cool to have lunch in the very place where it all went down.

However.

I looked up the menu of the cafe, and my hopes were dashed to smithereens. Featured menu item? PIG BRAINS. Umm, no thank you!!

And what followed was a wholly unsavory list of things that I was not aware people *actually* ate.

Sigh. The upshot was that I found a handful of other cafes that serve what I recognize to be *actual* food. And I guess I can still visit the cafe, I’ll just be having coffee....

So, now I’m a little afraid. I mean, I had 4 years of French in high school, but I’m more than a little rusty. And I don’t think I ever learned the word for “brains.”

Excuse me, I have some homework to do...