And Here Are The Finalists In No Specific Order...

One day at work, two days before I went to London for a trip to get my things I left in Cambridge, two boys at the age of nine came into the café and begun asking me while I was serving a man whether they could have this and that for free, constantly interrupting me and also asking whether I sell porn magazines. I stopped the serving and told them to get out of the café which they finally did. The walls around Kaffitár in Kringlan are none, we just have a fence, the boys went over to a female costomer and begun tlaking to her and then spat into her cappuccino, she asked them what was wrong with them and then they spat into her hair and went away... they spat on that lady that was just sitting there drinking her coffee! We called the security guards and they found the boys but let them go because the lady with the coffee had gone and they said that they hadn't done it. I am shaking of anger as I type this, how can anyone at that age be so cruel?

The next day, one day before my trip, I woke up early to go to the pool before work and on my way there my I see that I have a missed call from one of my friends, I call her back and I hear she is crying and I ask what is wrong and she tells me that her father passed away the previous day. I didn't know what to say, I just stopped and thought what the fuck do I do in this situation? Hug her? No of course not she is in the other end of town! So I tried my best to be calm and comforting. We hanged up later and I could have a quick dip in the hot tub and then I ran to work. Now I was angry, sad, excited, happy and totally excausted of all those feelings. I tried to tell my co-staff that I would be tuff to work with and apologised in advance for all the things I would say or do. At one time poor Haffi was talking to me as I was making a cappuccino and I felt my anger building up inside me and I told him he had to quietly walk away because I couldn't handle listening to him or anyone... that I was about to throw something at him. He was very understanding and did as I said and I had to curse the milk instead of my lovely innocent co-worker.

Finally the day came and I woke up early, went to work at 8.30am and had a strange halfday just witing for dear Halli, the coffee driver, to drive me to the airport. The clock finally said two doings and we drowe south to the airport. I think we had a of fun on our trip Halli and Ii, we talked about sexualities, the grass nipples that appear on top of small hills and all kinds of strange things that come up into you mind on the road of death.