Jul 02, 2012
So we're sitting in a wonderful little outdoor cafe in Copenhagen, watching the world go by, sipping ice cold Danish beer (Bob), a realy horrific vodka cranberry juice cocktail (Cristine), and camomile tea (not Bob), and laughing hysterically at what just transpired at the bar. Cristine orders the drinks while Bob and Anna go off looking for the WC and the waiter looks directly into Cristine's eyes and says, "Why are you shitting?" She just stood there transfixed. She was shitting because of the question that he just asked, she was shitting because our bikes were in jail at the customs office, she was shitting because it was raining and she was camping in a soggy tent...there were many reasons to be shitting. Finally she realized that he wanted to know "where are you sitting" not anything about her activity in the WC.