The Story From 11

One day, about a year and a half ago, I had my American mom take me up to Target because I had some things I needed to buy. She had some errands to run of her own, so she said that she'd wait for me outside the entrance if I wasn't there when she got back, and vice versa.

I beat her. I was sitting on the curb in deep thought waiting for her, when a man came walking from the parking lot. He looked at me sitting there, and said in a clear, happy voice:

"Smile! It makes your day go faster!"

I was so shocked I didn't know what to do, but I think I smiled. At least, I hope I did!

I wasn't used to the Americans then; I'd just arrived. The time I've been back in Norway, I've realized how impolite, and at times straight out rude, Norwegians are. Cold as anything. One example of a stereotype of Norwegians, is that, if a stranger on the street smiles at you, you assume that the person is a) drunk, b) insane, c) American, or d) all of the above. I don't like this. At all. It's so....rude!

Anyhoo, that's my story of tonight ^^, Tomorrow is a good day, until proven the opposite - today ends tonight, so leave it there and face the new day with a smile (:

♥ The Norwegian Teenager

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