Sunday

Evening Folks

Back again after some quite moments on my first off day in a while. Been relaxing and slowing down, wich has been nice. BUT all of that was brutely disrupted when I went for a shave this afternoon. After a nice shave where the Turkish had behaved quite good and just focussing on the job in hand, I had to pay for the shave and this is where it all went skew. The guy who shaved me stepped aside and in came his colleague, A real smart ass of a turk. He took my money and on the way out off the barbershop he started babbling about their Tattoo studio and if I wanted to get a tattoo, I politely rejected, But this freaking idiot insisted and kept talking about all their good work. Again I said to him that I wasn't interested and now he started to rub his dirty little grease fingers up and down my arm were my two tattoo's are and said that he could do a coverup if I was willing. What the FUCK!! I was getting slightly more irritated and on the brim to get really pissed. So I said quite firm NO I DO NOT WANT A TATTOO OR A COVERUP. Then the little prik said why NO?? And started to pull me towards their portfolio book. I was now MAD!!! Let go of my arm! I said out very loud, so the norwegian couple that just entered the barbershop looked at me with a nervous face expression, looking like they regretted what they just negotiated. Their loss. So Mr. Grease finger let go off my arm and started saying some in turkish and I started talking Danish to him, it's up to free interpretation what I said, and left. So much for quite sunday afternoon with some personal grooming. But now two giant burger from BK and a beer later I'm relaxed again.