Sunday, November 19, 2006

Sladjana's Worst Day

Below is the transcipt of an actual messenger conversation between me and Dante. Notice how he tries to throw me off course while I'm telling the story. Don't worry I valiantly shielded the attempts, and managed to tell the entire story in it's full glory.



Cait- Do I ever have a Sladjy story for you!


Dante- Tell me the story!

Cait - Ok so I am lying half asleep in bed this morning, when my cell ring



Dante- What time?


Cait - 8 am, way earlier than I'm used to



Dante- got it, oh yeah, I hear that


Cait -So, it's Sladj
Cait- Hysterical Sladj
Cait -I just want you to imagine what that sounds like


Dante- I am trying


Cait - She was crying and obviously very upset


Dante - It hurts my ears


Cait -and the only words I could make out were 'police' and 'metro'


Dante -What??


Cait -so I'm like "What is it Sladjy?"
Cait -and then a French women is put on the phone
Cait -and by French women, I mean female police officer



Dante -OK


Cait - So at this point i'm starting to wake up a little


Dante-Haha,as you would


Cait -I am trying to string together a French sentence
Cait -while the woman is talking about a ticket
Cait -and about the metro
Cait -and it clicks
Cait -Sladj got busted on public transport with no ticket


Dante -Oh no
Dante -haha
Dante - Why is there a cop involved??


Cait -Also, please keep in mind that the only advice that Cory our agent gave us was 'steal as much public transportation as possible'


Dante - LOL
Dante - good advice...until you get busted


Cait -What I managed to piece together from the broken Slovie-English was that the tram or metro stopped in front of the university and there was a full swat team of officers waiting to bust evil student transport stealers


Dante - wow and double wow


Cait - And it turns out, a very common scheme when you get busted is to pretend you don't speak French


Dante - That happened to me in Paris a few times but I had my ticket


Cait -Well slaj had no ticket
Cait -and she really can 't speak French
Cait -but she made the fatal flaw of saying 'je ne parle pas francais'.
Cait -Which, according to French police, is a dead give-a-way that you can.



Dante - And they weren't buying it

Cait -Yeah, so five male officers were harassing her and telling her she could speak French
Cait -and kept calling her a liar.


Dante - Wow that sucks.

Dante -French bastards! so that made you her guardian?


Cait -Anyway they got her good and riled up
Cait -which is not that hard to do, but I think they were actually very rude to her
Cait -and they demanded to see her passport.


Dante - Will this be a blog entry sometime soon?


Cait -Well you don't carry your passport around for the obvious reason that if it gets stolen you are stuck in France for the rest of your life


Dante -By the way do you keep the same hours as me...messed up?


Cait -Which is the equivalent of life in prison in some countries


Dante -Haha, exactly


Cait - PS yes, same hours, very messed up


Dante - Crappy prison with poop on the floor (FYI there is dog poop ALL over the sidewalks in France)

Dante - slippery poop


Cait -yes yes yes
Cait -I digress
Cait - At this point Sladjy pulled the fail safe and starting dialing her cellphone while the cops were yelling at her
Cait -which probably got her in more trouble.


Dante - Haha, no doubt.


Cait -So what would have been a 20 euro ticket became a 44 euro ticket because she didn't have her passport.


Dante - that makes sense


Cait -But let's be honest, it was France's way of punishing her for not having learnt French in 4 weeks


Cait -The End

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