Tag Archive for ‘humor’

Scandinavian

Scandinavian

Are you finished, the waiter asked. He looked up with a surprised expression. No, I’m Swedish, he said. The waitress frowned and looked at him like he was a UFO. Turned on her heals, slapped the cloth, and walked away with a grunt. He looked at his dinner date with a face like a question mark. Why did she ask if I’m from Finland, he asked. His dinner date started to laugh. In fact she laugh so loud and intense that the whole restaurant stopped eating and stared at her.

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Now people started to feel a bit uncomfortable and he just wanted to sink through the floor. Finally his native English speaking date calm down and could explain the misunderstanding. She signed to the waitress. Also she giggled when the language mistake was cleared and she could clean of the table. With a big smile she asked if they would like some Danish for desert.

Have you any fun story to share when you tried to overcome the language barrier? Please comment, like and subscribe. Ha de Gött!

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Roadrunner

Roadrunner

Warning! This post some may find offensive. Parental or wife(al) guidance is advised.

You driving your car calmly down the road. You feel how you get more and more irritated. At first you turn to your wife and ask if she said something. As she only gives you the evil eye and the GPS is turned off, you realize it is something else.

Idiots! That’s it. You are surrounded by idiots who are incapable of driving a car. Did they pass out drivers licences with the breakfast cereals? Hand to your heart. Have you ever felt like this? Liar! I’m always the best driver around, right? So let me take you through some examples of driving styles.

Same speed” style. Always 70 km/h regardless what the sign says. By Murphy, you always end up behind them on the highway where the speed limit is 90 km/h. Every time there is a straight road section you have oncoming traffic. Curves and hilltop when the road is free. Then it is there! The 50 km/h speed limit. But mr Same Speed (always a man) maintains 70 all the way through the village. You pass the village to catch up with him just in time for the next village. This guy can be found in any car make but Skoda and Renault are over represented.

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The motorway or freeway can be boring but you can rapidly put kilometre after kilometre behind you. Well until you catch up with truck. Behind it is the next driver style. The “Slow down when in the overtaking lane“. They change lane just in front of you. Okay, after a long drive it can be good to stand up for a while but maybe not on the break pedal. While your red glowing breaks cools down and sulfur smelling words pour out of your mouth they slowly overtakes the truck. We talking several kilometres. When they finally turns back to the right lane, or the slow traffic lane. They now find out how to use the right foot pedal. Yes, I’m Swedish and we drive on the right side of the road and I know some of you drive on the wro.. left side of the road. Just change right lane to left lane. Skoda, VW or Kia is the preferred brand for these guys.

By now another type of driver style has appeared from behind you. “I have an expensive car so let me pass“. He is close behind you. We’re talking touching the towbar distance even if we drive in 120 km/h. In the rear, when they overtake, you see BMW, Volvo XC90 or Mercedes.

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Wow! Let us calm down a bit and get off the motorway and the highway. We go into the city or a town where we soon meet up with “blinker, what’s that?” style. For a long time I thought that Mercedes and Audi did not have an turn indicator. Or it perhaps only was activated as the car actually turned, like most German car brands. So many people don’t know how to use the blinker but when you approach a roundabout the confusion is total. Some blink left until reaching the third exit. Most drivers refrain to use the indicator. After all you can’t see it behind the steering wheel. Some blink when leaving the roundabout.

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I started off with the “same speed” style and like in physics, if there is a force there is a counter force. Surely we find the “speed up and break” style. This is worse on the highway or the motorway when driving with cruise control, listening to some good music like Social Distortion. It is almost always an old Volvo V70 or VW Passat. You catch up and passes, only to be overtaken a few kilometres ahead, when he changes to the right lane and slows down. Behind him he has been building up a long line “I have an expensive car so let me pass” style drivers. You are forced to slow down only to find out that “Speed up and break” again remembered what the right foot was supposed to do. This is repeated like a damaged record (for the younger reader please ask your parents).

Honk! Honk! Damn you I’m the best driver around!

Hope you like, subscribe and please comment. For those of you driving on the wro.. left side of the road. Please just change right to left in the text. Any car manufacturer want changes in the text, just send me an E-mail and I will let you know delivery address. Ha de Gött!

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Runaway

Runaway

She always stood out just for her different color. Not that the others picked on her but nobody else looked quite like her. Maybe that was why her mother treated her differently. Shielded her from the others. That just made her more rebellious and determined to go her own way. She soon found out that she had a couple of followers. They just followed her around even if she did the craziest things.

What’s in the bag? Something for us? Photo by Ulle Haddock©

Soon she found the enclosure to small and tried to find ways to escape together with her two friends. The farmer was not to pleased when the neighbors called and told her that her sheep was in their garden eating the flowers. So what, she had a thing for pretty flowers. Well not to watch, to eat. Roses was especially good. The trick was just to avoid the thorns and that, she was really good at.

Okay, I’ll eat the boring grass!

After several escapes from the pasture they were sentenced by the farmers court to spend their summers at an island in the sea. She tried to swim but her legs and feet were to thin. As soon as the wool was wet it weighted her down. The only thing they could say was baa, as loud as possible! It only took them a few days to explore the island and then it got a bit boring.

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One day people came with a boat that they could jump onto. The humans screamed when their feet made marks on the polished boat decks. After kicking and pushing them off the boat they went away really fast. A really tasty pick-nick basket, especially the basket was the price.

Next time was a family in small boats, kayaks, that put up a tent. It was quite tasty even if they had some belly-ache for a few days. The kayakers also went away reel fast. People are strange. They get red in their face when you eat their stuff!

They soon realized that it was best to stay out of sight until the boat people set everything up and then surprise them. Like the couple sunbathing without any fur. Screaming they went into the water. Tasty towels and swim suits even if it was not much. She was now queen of the island!

Queen Bruno. Photo by Ulle Haddock©

Find more pictures of the runaway sheep here. Hope you enjoyed this little story then don’t forget to like, subscribe and comment. Ha de Gött!

Haze

Haze

You walk around in a haze. Trying hard not to bump into other people. Watch your step! Forget it, your feet are gone in a fog that makes the area around a chain smoker look clear. Should you by any change see through the mist, your sight will be blocked by something blue or white sticking out over your nose.

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You try to breathe. Like a steam train pulling to many wagons loaded with iron ore. Or high up in the mountains carrying your skis in deep snow for that offpist. You try, oh well not so difficult in the fog, to avoid the young peoples pitiful eyes. They look at you with “are you having a heart attack old man” written in the question mark over their heads.

Don’t try to speak. The stubble on your cheeks will pull it down. You try to adjust it. Only to get an angry look from the old lady in front of you. “No you should not touch it” she says with a high-pitched voice that makes the damp on your glasses freeze. At least the fog went away. Now everything looks much more psychedelic. What was it really in that coffee?

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You stumble of the train. As soon as you are alone you rip it of with a sigh of relief. Only to see your expensive glasses go to the ground. The spectacle sidepiece stuck in the lace of the FACE MASK! You put on your spare spectacles on only to see a lady in the next car get out and easily put the mask on. She wants to look good so she uses a car window as a mirror to adjust it. Four pair of eyes from inside looks up with a very surprised expressions.

No I will not take a stand for or against Face Masks but tomorrow I will get contact lenses. If I can find my way home! Hope you enjoyed. You know the drill, like, comment and subscribe.

Mulle Meck

Mulle Meck

The continued story of a black car with a soul.

One of my first blog posts was about a car me and my son bought for him to learn mechanics. Read it here. Now I had to sell it as my son is no longer with us. It was with mixed feelings. But I’m convinced that the VW Golf has a soul, or a ghost. So Mulle Meck provided me with some more stories.

Bilprovning

In Sweden all vehicles needs a safety check up every year by a government controlled station, “Bilprovningen”. I was convinced there would be some things to fix before it was OK for another year. I sat down in the car that we named “Mulle Meck” and turned the key. Nothing! Not a click or cough, nothing. The skilled mechanic, me, popped the hood and looked down in the engine room. Trying to look knowledgeable. Waste, it was only me there. Maybe the car would be scared and start!

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So without doing something else I tried to start again. Yes, you guess was correct, nothing. The German engineers back in 2000 had in their mind that a petrol car need electric power to start. Hidden like a treasure under a plastic cover I found the battery. Do you know how high you jump touching even a flat car battery? About a meter is my estimate, landing firmly on your posterior.

Engine kittens

My father-law had a battery charger and with some instructions from him I managed to charge the battery. Trying to avoid setting a new battery jump record I disconnected the cables. As I turned the key there was lights on the dashboard and after some very nice words, in german, to the car I turned to start. Ignition, Mulle Meck was spinning like a kitten! I could almost go on YouTube! Mjau!

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As I expected Mulle Meck did not pass the safety check. The threshold boxes was infested with corrosion, Covid-19 for cars. Parking brake was too weak and there was an oil leakage. My wallet screamed in fear, seeing all those kronor fly away to a greedy garage owner. It was time for me and Mulle to part by selling it of. I was crying tears and Mulle Meck dripped oil on the parking.

Lockdown

In Göteborg, a two hour drive away there is a company buying old cars after a checking it first. So I arranged a time last Friday. So the day before I started up the car. It started only after multiple attempts. To charge the battery I let it run while I put in the spare wheels in the back to go with sale. As I shut the booth I heard how the doors locking with a loud click!

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Car running and the only key was in the car! I tested all four doors without any luck. Last change was the booth. With trembling hands I reached for the handle and pulled. I think I heard Mulle Meck laughing when it had left it unlocked. Luckily I am very agile still even if I passed fifty years. Hoping nobody could see me I wiggled my way in and managed to open the back door. From there the front door was easily opened. Saved!

Last laugh on me

On the way to the dealer Mulle Meck was running like a Formula One car. Don’t worry, I did not drive that fast. A mechanic from Barcelona started to check the car by taking a short test drive. Came back and placed it in the garage with the engine running. Open the hood and got out of the car to check for vibrations in the engine room. He closed the door and the creepy sound of looking doors was heard! Mind you this Halloween season! The mechanic looked at me and asked if there was another key!

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You can now hear the music from Alfred Hitchcocks horror movies. You know when they abuse the violins. By now I was convinced that there would be no sale while crawling in from the booth. I’m not kidding, the car was laughing! There was a sale but as you can imagine I didn’t get much paid. Enough for a treat at Göteborgs best sausage place. Gourmet Korv in Nordstan shopping mall.

Hope you liked the story of Mulle Meck. Find more from me here. Like, subscribe and comment.

Blues Brothers

Blues Brothers

Yesterday I sat down with my oldest son to watch a movie. He wanted to see the old classic, no cult movie, the Blues Brothers! This has always been one of my absolute favorites. It was released in 1980 so it is quite an old roll of film. I have seen it well over twenty times so I know it by heart, even if it has been some years since last time. I am really pleased that I have managed to transfer culture to my children!

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So if you have yet to see it, available on Netflix, it is the story of Jake and Elwood Blues. The story is quite thin but it is really a song and dance film giving tribute to the Blues of the 60- and 70-ties. The legends parades through the film, Aretha Franklin, Ray Charles, John Lee Hooker to mention a few. The two losers are on a mission from God to save the Catholic orphanage where they grew up. To do this they need to raise $5000 to pay the property tax to Cook County. Scene is set to Chicago as a tribute to the city.

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The story is quite thin but it is really about the music and the comedy. So if you like old soul, R&B and blues this film is a must. The car chases and the number of wrecked police cars are just incredible. One of the car chases takes place in a shopping mall! Being a comedy they stretch out the stereo types to the max. It is a big smile and a lot of laughs. Some of the song and dance numbers makes me think about Bollywood movies. What do you think?

Blues Mobile 2020

I wonder if would be possible with a remake? John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd plays the brothers but who would it be now? Then most of the blues legends are gone so would it be modern R&B and Hip Hop artists? Instead of Blues, Heavy Metal with Marvel characters? No best leave it alone. A Blues Brothers 2000 came in 1998 and was a big flop.

This movie is best to just enjoy and not to overthink or analyse. Even if Aretha Franklin sings “You better think! Think about what you do to me!” Well, makes me happy! Let me know your thoughts, comment, like, share and subscribe! Until next time I will take a tour in the Blues mobile!

At the Gym

At the Gym

For the first time in months I dared myself to the gym, where I have not been since the Covid-19 pandemic hit us in February. I like to go in the morning if I can as there is usually not many people training even in normal circumstances. Already in the parking lot you get an indication if the gym is crowded or not. It is a bit of a contradiction that many take the car to the gym to run on a treadmill indoors when we have so much nature all around us, but as I wrote in my blog about tourists it is a lethal hazard to run on our narrow roads even off season. In the gym there were only a few persons tormenting their bodies and only one on the treadmill making that special pounding noise. The gym owners had done their best to make it Corona safe by marking up for keeping safe distance, washing hands and disinfect machines after use. I decided to take the risk, change clothes and started to train. The muscles woke up from their dormancy with a big surprise so lifting the same weights as I did before was out of the question. Go easy on the weights and add more repetitions was the strategy. I use noise canceling headphones as I get very frustrated with the “work-out music” they pump out in the speakers at the gym. I prefer to listen the heavy metal, punk, blues or rock. Today’s playlist consisted of Social Distortion, Rise Against, Sum 41 and Mustasch. As everything takes a little longer waiting to make sure you keep the distance and disinfecting machines I started think about the stereotypes you see in the gym.

First there is the Pectoralis Major guy. He spend most of his time doing bench press, lifting under loud moaning so everyone can hear how heavy his lifting and how strong he is. He takes a stroll between every set flexing his muscles in the mirror and in front of the girls pretending to drink water, he might actually do, before he prepares the next set adding more weight to the bar by slamming them on for everyone to hear. He picks out a stranger to “save” him if he does not manage the last rep or better he has his mate, the other Biceps guy there cheering him on. “Come on, you can do it, push, push, a little more, yeah he shouts glancing to see if anyone is looking at the two Adonis!

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You will find the Biceps guys in the corner, always a corner, with the dumbbells (according to Google translate dumbbells is also a synonym for idiot but I mean the weights). With the experienced guys their arms are twice the size as my tight. It is a bit scary to go there for the 12 kilo dumbbells when they use 24 kilos or higher. There is a mirror so you can sit there and admire your muscles flexing and the sweat poring from your forehead. Here it is a bit more discrete moaning, it is all about the visual. You very rarely see women here and then only if they can be there alone. I am always amazed with the ingenuity the display for new ways of working the dumbbells.

There is a clear Dress Code so let me say something about this also. The beginner can come with a used up T-shirt and some old training trousers and look a bit confused as they randomly tries out the machines. This type will probably still come after a few months but then with upgraded wardrobe. New Years Eve Promise type you will spot instantly in February with their new high fashion training gear, even if they leave a baggy sweatshirt over so to not show the love handles or trying to hide the beer belly. Why in February and not in January you may ask? They purchased their membership card the first week in January, this is when gyms take in 80% of their income for the year, then they find out that they has nothing to wear. So the next three weeks are spent in the sportswear shops falling for the salespersons every trick to spend more on the outfits and shoes than what the membership costs. The style changes as you train and the more successful you are the more skin is showing, or I might say muscles. The gym is a stage for the exhibitionists.

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The Gym is My Living Room type spends most of their time in the gym not necessarily training. Talking to friends, all friends are at the gym, checking the phone for social media, friends in other gyms, and only occasionally do some lifting just to keep the seat. These guys have comfortable training clothes. The vending machine is their refrigerator where they can get a snack or a substitute for dinner in the training bars and energy drinks. Even if there are some fruit, banana and apples they never buy it.

We also see the Wellness type that is usually older and even retired. They like to train in the mornings like me! Yes, I fit into this category even if I still have a few years to retirement. Movements are slow but very effective, no time wasted watching the phone. Low weight, many reps and maximum of two sets. Often found by the water station talking memories or who was related to who in 1850 or something. The most enthusiastic ones combines memory talking with the exercise bike, slow low gear, got to save the breath for the talking. Before leaving they always squeeze in some complaints about the loud music and the bad smell of sweat.

Last we need to give some notice to the Efficient type. Like a phantom they sneak in, put their headphones on, noise cancelling, and with surgical precision performs his or hers program. No noise, no moaning, no slamming, just efficient training and suddenly before you even noticed their arrival they are gone again.

What stereotype fits you? Did I forget any type? Please let me know your thoughts by commenting. I hope I have not offended anyone, specially if you belong to the first two types. Check out my site for more posts https://ullehaddock.com/. If you like my writing please like and subscribe for more.

Man Cold

I have a cold and all men out there knows what I am talking about! We try to be brave and show a good spirit but it is impossible to get out of bed. The wife just giggles at me and mumbles something about giving birth. But let me explain how it feels.

The brain feels three sizes too big and pushes hard to make room in the skull. There is however a jolly gang of workers banging away with sledgehammers, pickaxes and shovels while singing out loudly trying to reduce the size of my brain. They all have Hot Work permits since the temperature is now very high in the entire body. They move around in the head with a big old Steam Train on a poor track. You know like in the old days going cathunk, cathunk. The train blows the whistle on every lap around the head stopping with screaming breaks at the station between the eyes. As the foreman realizes that the brain size is not reducing fast enough he decides to use dynamite, no correction, he has been watching Myth Busters so when in doubt he will use C4! They all cheers after the explosion and since it was a good blast so lets do it again, and again!

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The throat feels like a dessert but my nose is working hard to build up a flood to wet it. Unfortunately this flood streams out into my face instead and blocking any attempts to get air though the nostrils. This leaves a man gasping for air through the mouth instead with the result of sand dunes start to form in the pharynx. The water missing from my throat has now started to come out of the biggest organ in the body, the skin, rivers and rivers of sweat. This is hard to understand through the cooking and banging in the head as you lie there shivering from cold in your soaked bed. When the wife comes back from work you realize that the sand in your mouth now have turned into glue as you try to speak. She gives you that no pity look again before she heads out to the TV. She looks at a program where they strangle cats? Oh, it was American Idol.

When you try to get out of the bed you realize that the guys working in your muscles have gone to your brain to support the marry gang to reduce the brain. Resulting in you crawling on all four like a baby over the bedroom floor to get to the bathroom. Every step, if you can call crawling that, feels like somebody is shooting arrows into your body. On the bathroom floor you find out that a wet body that meets tiles is very slippery. The merry men in your head cheers and whistles as your head hits the floor thinking it was a C4 blast. If you manage to find your way back to the bed without getting lost in the closet you find yourself in front of Mount Everest. Trying to climb back into bed makes all the guys in your muscles go to their Union rep and complain. As they go on strike you fall asleep on the floor dreaming of demonstrations, screaming crows and rioting. As it is escalating with sirens sounding louder and louder the left and right side of your brain decides to start a civil war firing artillery at each other.

After a very long time, a few days, you start to recover and the merry men in your head finally managed to reduce your brain size to fit your thick skull. The muscle guys however demands vacation due to the overtime helping out the brain guys so your body still feels bruised. You stumble out to the kitchen just to find the To Do List from your wife!

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