*Caution: This a graphic tale*
The setting @ 10:50 PM/ 22:50:
For those of you who know me even semi-well, you’d know that I hate shaving more than almost anything. Now imagine me trying to shave my lengthy legs in that closet- pretty humorous right? New player: brand new disposable razor. OUCH. This caused for some lovely razor burn and serious cuts, so much so that it was nothing but blood going down the drain.
I had nothing but a towel to stop the bleeding, and there was nothing in the shower so I decided I’d try and wait it out in the shower until some of the bleeding slowed down.
20 MINUTES LATER:
*BANG BANG BANG*
The door is viciously being tried to be opened up
(Okay, so as far as I know, it wasn’t swear words. But it was all in German (?) so it was the same to me)
“Uhhhh… I’m bleeding to death, maybe they’ll just go away. If they’re waiting for a shower the other one is open.”
Foreign Angry Person:
*BANG KICK BANG SLAP PUNCH HIT HEAD BUTT BANG*
-for a very ear blasting 3 minutes
My second reaction:
“Who the heck do they think they are? People are sleeping! I guess I should get out and try not to get the floor too bloody and see if there is a fire or something.”
I then proceed to get dressed (just a shirt, my legs were too bloody to get anything on) and open the door. Let’s pause for a moment to use our imaginations: imagine the ugliest, frumpiest, typical old German lady/Hag you have ever imagined. Take it down one notch, and is what greeted me at the door in a great nightie.
“something in German while points to a non-existent watch”
“is she seriously getting mad at me for showering at 11:20 in a youth hostel?”
I idiotically point to my towel covered legs as I make a nice puddle of blood on the tiled floor trying to explain that obviously I was having some issues.
“points to my legs, says something in German, laughs at my legs (not really, but I know she wanted to), keeps pointing at her watch and yelling at me in German. Then spits at me and goes into the room next to the shower.”
“Band-aids sounds nice.”
48 hours later- and I’m still totally and utterly confused as to what she was yelling at me for, and why she woke up all the rooms in our area to do it.
I may have not showered since because of pure fright.