Last weekend, for the first time in my life, I had the opportunity to be involved in the organization of a surprise party for a friend here (who recently returned from a three-month trip through South-East Asia). In particular I had the honor of escorting her from her home to the party location. Of course, she did not know that it would be a small party with several of her friends and, of course, she was blindfold.
Originally, I thought that it would be impossible for her to figure out, where we were going. But, to be sure, I used every available round-about to cover any traces I might have left so far by going around at least twice each time. Still, in the end she knew/guessed exactly where she was. The main reason for this was: we were at her work place! (A very good friend of hers had rented a room there in the basement.)
And, stupid me, we took the same way to work she takes every day. Even the roundabout-confusion didn’t help as there were certain significant landmarks (e.g., a ramp onto a highway and also the roundabouts themselves). Looking back the obvious solution would have been to go for a significant detour and take an alternative route through the city and to approach the location from the opposite direction. I still can’t believe that I didn’t think of this before!! Stupid me!
But, the next time you plan a surprise party for somebody, feel free to hire me as a chauffeur, with all the experience I’ve now gained.
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January 18, 2008 at 12:43 pm
Irene
Och… Ich habe dir einen langen Kommentar auf Englisch geschrieben. Und jetzt ist er weg.
Ich habe die Felder rechts nicht ausgefüllt (natürlich nicht absichtlich) und dann kam die Fehlermeldung und dann klickte ich auf zurück.
Und weg war sie, meine Nachricht, mein Erguss über meine Erfahrungen als blinde Kuh…
January 18, 2008 at 8:39 pm
Ingmar Weber
Schade, hätte mich echt interessiert.
Musst du mir dann mal bei Gelegenheit erzählen.