Here in this city, there are a ton of old people. TONS. And basically, being old in Romania apparently gives you special privileges. Like cutting in front of the line anywhere you are. You can be waiting in line at a covrig stand and you're about to order, and then someone will come up and just jump in front of you and order before you. And they act like it's totally okay, and everyone's okay with it. This also applies to the bank, getting on the bus, the grocery store, everywhere. Apparently, another group of humans that also get special priorities for cutting in line is bus drivers. One time, we were on a bus and then the bus driver just pulled over to the side of the road, parked the bus, got out, ran over to a covrig stand and pulled out his bus drivers' license, showed everyone in line, and cut them all and bought his pretzel. He then got back on the bus and kept driving. I guess he just had to get his chow on. Can't get in the way of that.
Two Truths and a Lie
The correct answer for last week was: getting kisses blown at us. Sadly, that didn't happen. Alright, your options for this week:
- I got asked if I was Romanian because of my language skyllz
- I successfully confronted a smecher (smart aleck) on the bus
- I drank 2 liters of suc (soda) in 24 hours