Friday, 18 January 2013

German crab

I spent want seemed like hours running last night, not away from anything or chasing anyone. But jogging!
I was with two others but couldn't ascertain who they were or indeed what sex they were.
I ran through a busy street on a loop, continually covering the same small circle which included a zebra crossing. I didn't look each time I crossed it and the cars stopped when I did so.

Eventually after seemingly doing this for most of the night, I deliberately ran off course along a different road. I stopped running and looked up to see a pub called The Crab.
Behind me I heard a bunch of German tourists, one of which shouted loudly, "Ha ha look everyone it says Crapper!"

The Germans actually have a word for crapper, its Kubel.

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