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Hjálpsamur

Stundum þegar ég er í búðarvibbanum gerist það að ég næ að vera hjálpsamur. Yfirleitt eins og í þessu tilviki eru þetta útlendingar sem eru algjörlega týndir í miðborg óttans.

Túristi: "'scuse me?"
ég: "ha?"
"I said, excuse me?"
"No problem."
"What?! NO! Could you help me? I need to find thannagata."
"What gata?"
"Thannagata. Look, it´s written here."
"Oh... you mean Tjarnargata?"
"That´s what I said. Thannagata."
"No you didn´t. You said thannagata or something similar. That´s not a street-name in Icelandic."
"Well.. I´m sorry... I´m not very good at the icelandic pronounciation. But could you point me in the right direction?"
"Yeah.. maybe I´m being to harsh... ok I´ll help you... show me the street-name again."
"Here you go."
"Ok... let´s see... look at my palm... if we think of Reykjavík as my palm, we would be here...."
"... I´m listening... go on.."
"......"
"Hey... are you still with me?"
"... what?"
"The street? Where is it?"
"Oh... no... I was just thinking about Reykjavík as my palm.... freaky man! Just don´t think I´ll be able to help you... see ya!"