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May 27, 2005
Waking up Too Early
I tried my best to order coffee in Hungarian at the small stand in the market. I think I passed, but in my early-morning pre-coffee stupor I pulled out the wrong amount of change and set it before the woman. I half expected it to be wrong -- for her to add some amount to the total on account of the sugar I'd asked her to put in my espresso.
She looked at me as if I had indeed given her the wrong amount, so I took one of the two coins - the one I knew not to be 50 forint - and I replaced it with another. Another 10 forint coin. The total hadn't changed, it was still 70, and I still had 60 forint on the counter.
I walked around through the market hall looking for gifts for friends at home. I looked through every fifth or seixth stand which displayed its goods behind glass -- all of them being closed except the vegetable stands downstairs.
And the supermarket in the basement!
I hurried down to the basement to do a little shopping in the half hour before the gift store-type stores closed upstairs. I figured I would find some different foodstuffs and maybe liquor to bring home.
I found a generic energy drink, BulDozer, an imitation Red Bull. I bought a few along with a can of kidney beans I couldn't refuse despite not even faintly needing or wanting a can of kidney beans. The smiling coin purse on the can - the coin purse meant to tell me that the can would not cost much and keep my coin purse fat and happy - forced me to buy it. I also got a bag of coffee beans and some candies.
When I left the store witout a bag and my arms and hands full I decided I should drink one of the BulDozers. It wasn't that I felt I needed the energy, I had just had a double espresso a couple minutes before. I just wanted to get it over with. I didn't want to carry the thing.
I thought it was a bit better than Red Bull. I was basically the same thing, it was just a little sweeter.
I also that it was the BulDozer, and the coffee, that made my nose drip blood.
Slowly.
I didn't know what it was at first, I just felt something. Then I noticed it was a bit of a trickle, if that. It was more like a pin prick. The blood came slowly and cleanly.
I tried to figure out why and all I could guess that it was the sudden immense dose of caffiene. Along with taurine, guarana and whatever else it is they put in those drinks.
So I headed directly over to the bar -- one of the few places open at 730 am -- and I found a cure for my ailment in the form of a half liter glass of beer.
Posted by calculatoronfire at May 27, 2005 08:22 PM
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