Self: Sure happy I’m not flying out of the UK today. I feel terrible for the barista from my Weimar Office who’s flying to Chicago today. She’s going to study at the Art Institute and to get there she’s flying Air India via London. Well, she’s supposed to. I somehow doubt that it is going to happen as planned.
Whomever is calling me twice a day on my handy from “no number.” You’ve woken me from two naps, and otherwise alerted me that my phone is in another room, but you’ve left only one message: “Hello Adam, Bye.” From the message I’ve discerned that you speak with a German accent, but I have no idea who you are.
Aw, HANDY! That’s my favourite Germanism.
Ugh. Gotta’ love the whole late night phone call thing. I swear, it’s not me using an affected German accent. LOL.
*pictures MT calling Adam using a German accent, then hanging up, laughing like a maniac*
wow….I should try that sometime, that’s good stuff!
sorry adam, tell me when to call and i’ll stop calling at suboptimal times…