So I bought the kids some ice cream at Paradís on Njálsgata earlier. The transaction took place in a mixture of Icelandic and English as it often does where the kids are involved. We were given the smallest cones in the universe and then told in English that the price was 290kr while the kids working there discussed in Icelandic whether it was actually 180kr. I asked in Icelandic what the real price was and they continued to speak to me in English all the while telling each other in Icelandic not to speak Icelandic to me because I didnt understand Icelandic. At this point I asked to speak to the manager (all the while not wanting to make a scene in front my daughters and not really caring about the extra 220kr. or even the principle of the thing). One of the kids working there went to get the manager and I overheard her telling him what to say to me. He came out and explained to me about the sizes of scoops they were using now. His hands were shaking and he looked about 18. The scoop in his right hand was black and the other was silver, but I could otherwise not discern any size difference. I had the sudden urge to take his picture. I started to think about something else. I said in my grammatically flawed (probably) Icelandic: ertu ekki bara að reyna að rukka útlendinga meira á menningarnótt? (Translation: Arent you just trying to charge a foreigner more because its culture night?). Then I felt like two people, one who gave a shit and one who didnt. One having this conversation with teenagers about the price of ice cream and one a million miles away, on a beach, drinking rum cocktails in a tiki bar. #turtle #destruction #wave
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 14:41:27 +0000
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