So I was on my way out the door this morning when I heard the phone ring. Thinking it might be someone with news on the new washer I just ordered, I yelled to the kids to go ahead and get in the car, then rushed in to answer it.
"God dag! Blahdy blah.....norsk luftambulanse....blah blahdy blah...."
Basically, the Norwegian version of Life Flight grubbing for money.
Naturally, I couldn't be bothered. So I deployed my standard defense against such intrusions by cutting him off midsentence saying, "I'm sorry, sir. I don't speak any Norwegian.
"Oh, yes," There was a long pause, presumably while he gathered his wits about him, "I UNDERSTAND!" he continued, slowly and very loudly, "WE ARE NORWAY! WE! SAVE! LIVES!"
Bloody foreigners. Learn some English.