Finally got a haircut today…turned into kind of a surreal experience…
me – walking down the street sees a hair cut place with two bored women in the door :sprechen sie englisch?
two confused hair cutters – looking at each other and making faces : nnnnnn……
me: no matter…kannen sie schnitt? (yeah I have no idea if that’s correct, but at least I’m making an effort right?)
them: ja ja
so i go sit down after one of them takes my rucksack
I’m getting my haircut and about 2 minutes in the one not cutting my hair…gets all excited and says :Jeppesen
followed by a bunch of words I didn’t know…I finally figured out she asks if I’m working for Jeppesen…I say yes and she is now breaking into english apparently trying to tell me that they had 5 men in for haircuts that worked for Jeppesen….
me: neat-o
the one not cutting my hair: wo bist du…amerikana….amerikanish?
me: ja amerikanish
the one not cutting my hair: arabish?
(Do I look arabish???)
me – wtf!!!!: nay…..my grandparents are english.
unintelligible german conversation…the one cutting my hair translated something about gröss mutter or something…I assume that’s something to do with my old nan…
at this point the one not cutting my hair went and got me some water….
the one cutting my hair seemed to slow down and start to really try to do a good job.
good grief people….
questions about my deutsch and stuff…I think I got uncomfortable at some point.
when she finished I got up to pay and my backpack which was being babysit by the other one was held out for me…I went to grab it, and she wouldn’t let me have it but instead was holding it like it was a coat I needed help with putting on….I was confused for a moment, but let her put it on me…
then she gave me a card and wrote Kati on the card and pointed at the one who cut my hair….der ist kati…
Now I know my stories aren’t ever that good and this one has to be one of the worst, but it somehow made me laugh….
Saturday had a lovely dinner with Matt, Kat, Cordelia, Azerbajan and Luca. Luca can cook…
