Men i svarteste hærskotten! Hvorfor har ingen fortalt meg at Ellen snakker ENGELSK?! Utrolig hva man glemmer på et halvt år. Er jo ikke akkurat språket man tenker tilbake på i et vennskap..

Vel, min Canadiske (egentlig Nederlandske..what evs) bestevenn er endelig i hus, og hun har en ganske traumatisk hendelse å fortelle dere:

So here is I, sitting at the gate waiting for my flight to start boarding, when I notice about two rows from me a guy. He was facing me and stared me dead in the eyes so I thought I might as well be the nice person I am and smile. His facial expression = hostility. That was the moment I realized he was a terrorist. He has basically no luggage and he was all by himself and all he did was glare at me for an hour straight while we were sitting there waiting for our flight. I almost felt obliged to tell the people around me that they were probably not going to make it to Oslo. I don't know, but I think airports increase your prejudice towards creepy people with the 'right' stereotypical features... In the end we did make it to Oslo which is evident as I'm being forced to write down this story. I just think ,who ever that person was..., he should learn how to show some sort of happy emotion.To unknown man: I'm sorry for suspecting you of being a potential threat to our lives. To all of you other people: Don't judge me...you should have seen this guys' face. Bet you would have thought the exact same.

P.S. On a different side note, he was kinda hot:S