Chapter 9.
So I was sitting in the local indian restaurang on friday night, and after having ordered our food, the waitress offered to take some drink orders.
"What beers do you have?"
"Well, we have, cobra and -"
"yeah, perfect, I will take a cobra."
"Ok, can I just see some ID?"
"WUT?"
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The next day, Martina and I were at SSSSYSTEM BBBOLAGET buying beers and ciders because we were having a few people over that evening, Saturday. So we had to get down there sharpish because it closes at 3 pm, oh you have something else to do that day? No you don't because Systembolaget is about to close. So Martina is emptying the basket onto the conveyor belt, and I am rummaging in my bag. After matey behind the till has finished scanning everything, he looks up and says a bunch of stuff in swedish to Martina, she turns to me and says, "Yeah, he wants to see your ID too". And I am like "oh my god what the..." Whatever.
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