"Story so far....
Saturday evening I finished babysitting at around 11.30pm.
Mathias (4) and Kristian (6) are two adorable boys, who, as most bilingual children, often put english words in norwegian sentencens. "For då expload'a heile huse...."
We ate spagetti, played with Lego and watched Mr.Bean on Holiday while digging into a massive bowl of candy:p (Oh yes, babysitting can be quite hard!).
The night was a success, and they both went to sleep at 9.30, after reading a few chapters in their new Scooby Doo book.
When parents Sissel and Torleif came home, I jumped into their taxi to get home. Little did I know......
The taxidriver was VERY scottish, so we didn't do much talking. Mostly because i could barely understand every fourth word he said:) So when we stopped at a trafficlight, we both sat in silence, watching the cars driving by one the crossing road. And THEN, a yellow Sudan came speeding through, almost sideways, on two wheels (uhm.. might be exadurating a little here...). But, no, seriously, it drove fast.
Before I got the chance to finish my "what an idiot"-thought, the car had stopped, the driver had gotten out, crossed the road, and stood arguing with some guy. And then, he HIT him. I don't mean "smack on the cheek"-hit, no I seriously mean punched him, straight in the face. I could hear the knock-sound!! The poor guy dropped dead on the ground, lying unconcious, while the driver ran back to his car and took off.
And thaaaaat's when my dear taxidriver decided to take up the chase. He cut through the roadcrossing and started sending out messages on their intern-radio. He finally got hold of the station and started about the incident, streetnames, nearby shops etc. While he told ME to take down the Sudan's reg.nr. All I could do was hold on, do as I was told and pretend to be in a Hollywood movie. After dodging a few oncoming cars, cutting corners and breaking the speedlimit more than once, we had all the info we wanted. We let the sudan get away, and turned around to check on the poor guy still laying on the ground. By that time two other men had approached him, and I could see that he was moving his hand. Which at least ment he was alive!!!
While I waited in the taxi, my driver got out to check how everything was going. And after talking to the police, a second taxi came to take me home. At last!!! May I say, not only did I get my portion of action that night, I also got a free taxiride;)
I stumbled up the 5 floors of stairs, and had just kicked off my shoes when Rob and his mate Dave came home. Nothing felt better than having two strong guys to keep me safe for a while. So after Rob had made us each a cup of tea, we snuggled up on his bed and watched tv. " THE END!
....I had the weirdest dream last night... Nothing scary or anything, but I can vaguely remember that all the cars were yellow..... hmm.
2 comments:
Haha, karoline på nye eventyr i scottland :) hørtest freaky ut ditta.
Men taxien blei no i de minste gratis :D Ellers da? alt bra, bortsett fra at de tyligvis ikkje e so trygt der nede. Pass dej sei no berre ej. Malin ^-^
Hørtes ut som et lite spenningseventyr :)Godt det er litt action på deg også og ikke bare traustige forelesninger ;)
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