One of those days

Yesterday was just one of those really odd days when at least I started to ponder the possibility of me existing in something not too different from Wonderland. Then I realized that the flowers aren't talking and I still don't own a purple striped cat that grins and therefore I couldn't possibly be in Wonderland. But the question still remains.

It started off great, if by great you mean waking up at 7.30 on a Saturday morning to the melodic sound of seagulls fighting and the knowledge that if the seagulls had not been territorial you could have been sleeping for another hour and a half before having to get up for work. (Most of this paragraph was inspired by this post by Hyperbole and A Half)

The coffee maker apparently wanted to add to the new and decided that there were way too few coffee grains in the pot. I don't even know how it managed to get the grains out of the filter but the last mouthful in the mug was slightly chewy and very bitter.

I have to change busses when I go to work, and when I hopped on the first bus, the driver apparently had been drinking something I'm not sure was coffee (or even legal) because he could easily have been the Cheshire Cat stand-in. Said bus driver also decided that flirting with someone who can't really hear you is a good move. Bus driver number two was the really strange one. I asked if the bus had the right number and destination on the sign (trust me, around here, that's a valid question) and the driver just said, over his newspaper, "It's better if you take the other bus going to that station. If you're in a hurry." I'm not sure if this is weird to anyone else, but it was the first time I've ever heard a bus driver recommend someone to take another bus. A bit stunned, I just said "I'm not in a hurry", swiped my pass, and took a seat.

I usually listen to music when riding the bus and, to prevent boredom, I use the shuffle setting on my phone. My phone hasn't really grasped the concept of shuffling, especially when it feels that I'm not paying attention to the songs. It decided that I needed to listen to the amazing tracklist of "My Child" by Disturbed, "Zetsuai Paranoia" by FER*MEN, and "Return of the King" by Bruce Dickinson. Over and over and over. In different variations of the order of the three. Even if I changed the song, it jumped back to one of those three when the selected song was over.

After getting off the bus, I went to the grocery store to get lunch. I found ice cream. It only costed 6 SEK (little less than a dollar) which made me very happy.

Working at the museum can be very tedious and boring, so I was very happy when I found Hyperbole and a Half, which has provided me with enough entertainment to pass the time. What I didn't expect was the tiny boy who lurked in the museum for about half an hour. I say lurk, because he made no sounds when he was walking around. I could only tell where he was by his mother's voice. To be completely silent when walking around in that museum is accomplishment. I can normally tell where visitors are due to the creaking of floor boards, the tapping of shoes on marble or the squeking of doors. This boy made me jump about four times before finally, just before he and his mother left, dropping a Confusion Bomb on my head.

Little Boy: *walking aimlessly in the gift shop*

Me: *half watching the boy, half reading blog*

Little Boy: Hi
Me: *jumps* Hi
Little Boy: You don't have camels here.
Me: Huh?
Little Boy: You don't have any camels here.
Me: No...?
Little Boy: It's good that you don't have any camels *walks off and leaves the museum*

Me:  ....The hell just happened? *O.o*

After the small boy, the next adventure was the talkative lady who got very sad and slightly offended that we didn't serve coffee and cake in the museum.

After I got off work, my sister picked me up and drove me to my friend's dad's place. I have the most amazing and weird friends, so any day they're being weird is a normal day. Boy and the friends had been pushing rocks all day, and as things tend to happen when three goofs move heavy objects injuries had occured. Boy also forgot my camera at home, so there is sadly no photographic evidence.

In conclusion, on multiple occassions during the day, this strip from Questionable Content seemed extremely appropriate.