I spent last week in London and Paris, backpacking through the cities and staying in hostels.
Everything went smoothly for the most part but, as with any travel experience, there were some weird moments, one of which I will try and tell right now (although I wish I had taken a picture).
It was our (my sister and I's) last night in Paris and we came back from bar-hopping around 2 am to a hostel lobby littered with random travelers also coming in after a long night.
There were two completely trashed guys who were belligerently trying to figure out what mine and my sister's names were, and since they didn't speak English, or French, or even Spanish (but instead some jumbled version of all three), it was hilarious.
drunks: "Battyyyy?"
us: "what? Betty? no, really? people are still named Betty?"
drunks: "Christine?"
us: "no, okay we're done, we're going to bed now"
drunks: "SAAHAAD!!!"
us: "did you just say 'salad'?"
drunks: "yes! SALAD!!"
us: "no, our names are definitely not Salad"
Apparently the name he was going for was Sarah, but thanks to them Caroline now has a new nickname.
So, we head up to our closet of a room to fall asleep with the other 4 people already snoring in there and we pass out within about 5 minutes.
Around 3:30am I hear the door open and this guy shuffles in...shoes on...pants down around his ankles...wearing blue tightey whiteys and is going from bed to bed shining a flashlight in each persons eyes.
It takes me a second to register what is happening and then he is near my sister's bed and my protective instincts kick in and I jump up ready to kick him in his tiny balls.
For whatever reason my defense mode is super rational and I first did a body count to make sure that everyone that shared our room was in their beds and that I wasn't about to kick someone out that was supposed to be there. All 5 accounted for. Me = huge dork.
I start yelling "GET THE F*&% OUT OF HERE!"
He doesn't seem to understand English and is trying to take off his shoes.
"GET THE F*&^ING HELL OUT OF THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW!"
Then I see his face, it's Salad guy! Now I'm extra annoyed and start yelling in French (since English isn't working)
He's falling all over the place trying to get his pants on and find his shoe while some crazed person is screaming in his face and then he stands up and looks at me and says "Can I sleep with you?"
Seriously? I push him out the door and lock it.
Best part: no one else in the room even woke up when this was happening.
Thanks guys, for having my back.
Everything went smoothly for the most part but, as with any travel experience, there were some weird moments, one of which I will try and tell right now (although I wish I had taken a picture).
It was our (my sister and I's) last night in Paris and we came back from bar-hopping around 2 am to a hostel lobby littered with random travelers also coming in after a long night.
There were two completely trashed guys who were belligerently trying to figure out what mine and my sister's names were, and since they didn't speak English, or French, or even Spanish (but instead some jumbled version of all three), it was hilarious.
drunks: "Battyyyy?"
us: "what? Betty? no, really? people are still named Betty?"
drunks: "Christine?"
us: "no, okay we're done, we're going to bed now"
drunks: "SAAHAAD!!!"
us: "did you just say 'salad'?"
drunks: "yes! SALAD!!"
us: "no, our names are definitely not Salad"
Apparently the name he was going for was Sarah, but thanks to them Caroline now has a new nickname.
So, we head up to our closet of a room to fall asleep with the other 4 people already snoring in there and we pass out within about 5 minutes.
Around 3:30am I hear the door open and this guy shuffles in...shoes on...pants down around his ankles...wearing blue tightey whiteys and is going from bed to bed shining a flashlight in each persons eyes.
It takes me a second to register what is happening and then he is near my sister's bed and my protective instincts kick in and I jump up ready to kick him in his tiny balls.
For whatever reason my defense mode is super rational and I first did a body count to make sure that everyone that shared our room was in their beds and that I wasn't about to kick someone out that was supposed to be there. All 5 accounted for. Me = huge dork.
I start yelling "GET THE F*&% OUT OF HERE!"
He doesn't seem to understand English and is trying to take off his shoes.
"GET THE F*&^ING HELL OUT OF THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW!"
Then I see his face, it's Salad guy! Now I'm extra annoyed and start yelling in French (since English isn't working)
He's falling all over the place trying to get his pants on and find his shoe while some crazed person is screaming in his face and then he stands up and looks at me and says "Can I sleep with you?"
Seriously? I push him out the door and lock it.
Best part: no one else in the room even woke up when this was happening.
Thanks guys, for having my back.
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