If something has to go wrong, I assure you I have to be there.
And yes, that is exactly where I was. After a tiresome 10 hour flight I treated myself with filling out lost luggage forms. The fact that I got up at 4 am and didn’t get a shut eye all flight long did not help me. The interior of the plane basked in mustard shades, the seat was very narrow, the food was not to my liking and I deeply regret I didn’t take any pictures of the plane after we landed. I had to literally shuffle through piles of garbage, blankets and pillows laying on the floor to get to the exit.
The lady behind the counter tried to be nice but after standing and waiting for my luggage for 2 hours I was not feeling of returning the patience. I wanted my damn suitcase! She assured me I will get my stuff the next day which pacified me some.
It took them 4 days.
Slovenia is very small. 2 million population. If I fart my neighbors know what and how much I ate for lunch.
When I was a kid I had to first sort the laundry before I hanged it, so sheets came first, towels, larger clothes and panties and socks at the end. The reasoning behind is very simple … the sheets came first so neighbors could not bask in the glory of your undies.
When I started smoking I literally walked for 3 km to get a secret drag in my system. If anyone would spot me I might as well broadcast it on the news.
At age 21 I had to buy a pregnancy test. I won’t go into the details of it but I did it in a pharmacy 3 towns away from mine. My mother found out anyway.
Safe to say that in a small country your business is everyone’s business.
So if I had a hypothetical dog named Georgie and took him on a hypothetical walk where he would take a hypothetical dump I would have to pick that up. If anyone would see me not picking that hypothetical Georgie’s poo I would be in big, Big, BIg, BIG trouble. It is simply not done. I would be looked at, pointed at, yelled at and probably tied to a shaming pillar in the middle of the village.
So imagine my surprise when walking the streets of Mississauga looked like a hurdle challenge. Just walking around my complex I counted over 20 dumps. Yes I counted! By the end of the week it became my new OCD obsession to pass the time while strolling around.
Just pick your shit up.
