 When you think you’ve booked a trip to Austria and arrive at Oslo’s Gardermoen Airport, you know your journey has been planned by a man who hasn’t planned at all.
“You keep going on about Austria — you know we’re in Norway, right?” My wife said. I threw her a patronising glance from over hunched shoulders as I pushed our luggage through arrivals. “Ermmm, think I know where I booked Kris….” I replied. She laughed, and I looked over at her again. “The pictures you showed me were of Innsbruck Austria, this is Gardermoen in Oslo”, My wife affirmed. I slowed to a stop and shook my head, tutting, “Do you know how ridiculous you’re about to look — Oslo is in Austria.” I said, searching the airport for evidence to back me up. I looked around, then down at the ticket stubs — then at the flags dotted around, and finally back at Kris. “Shit — I could have sworn Oslo was in Austria?” I remarked.
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