At gas station east of Lommel
"So where are you from?"
"Norway"
"I has a friend in Norway. In Oslo. Rolf."
"Oslo is a big city."
"Yes, I know. Anyway, he is dead now. He was one of my best friends."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
The next customer in line adds in a deep, mysterious voice, "Norwegians are not SUPPOSED to die..."
"Oh, we do, occationally. I think half of us already have."
Of course, it takes me a while to realize I could have had a new pen pal.
"So where are you from?"
"Norway"
"I has a friend in Norway. In Oslo. Rolf."
"Oslo is a big city."
"Yes, I know. Anyway, he is dead now. He was one of my best friends."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
The next customer in line adds in a deep, mysterious voice, "Norwegians are not SUPPOSED to die..."
"Oh, we do, occationally. I think half of us already have."
Of course, it takes me a while to realize I could have had a new pen pal.
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