Hell's Grannies
An excerpt from my adventures in Amsterdam this past February. Between this, the stories of "philosophers" and crazy bartenders, you can see why I titled this blog what I did."So I was wandering around aimlessly all day yesterday and at one point I saw this little old lady walking toward me talking to herself. No big deal, we see this all the time in Denver. But this woman was pretty well dressed and as she passed me she turned and pushed me and started yelling at me in Dutch and then stormed off. What the hell did I do?! But my story gets better! Later I was walking in a completely different part of town on one of the cities ped streets and I see the same woman
coming toward me on the other side of the street, so I thought "I'm on the other side of the street out of harms way, and she's obviously crazy, no worries" WRONG! She crosses the street just to push me and yell at me AGIAN! Seriously, what the fuck?! Crazy people are just drawn to me. Before the old lady pushed me the first time I was checking out this outdoor art exhibit form the book "360 days above earth" and this guy came up to me and was like "Hello. I'm Scottish." Uh, congratulations? What do you say to that? Good for fucking you? "Do you need directions anywhere?" "Naw, I'm good." run! But the old lady had his back. I can't win."
The sad thing is, this wasn't the first time a Dutch grannie has done something like this, far from it actually. Why do Dutch grannies hate me so?
posted by lulu @ 9:49 PM
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