favourite thing in the world is when the pages of a book go all soft and yellowy and the edges are slightly fuzzy and rounded. these books couldn’t give you a papercut if you tried they’ve been loved too much. they love you too much
i think names are such a delicate thing and we dont say each other’s names enough bc why else does it strike such a chord in me when ppl say my name as if i actually exist
i think 90% of the conversations i have with cashiers go "hello, how are you?" "pretty good, how bout you?" "good, good" and then we dont look at each other and i leave. sometimes, the cashier is friendly and attempts further conversation. it's scary but somehow i havent died yet.
Here is how 99% of my interactions with customers go in Icelandic:
Me: “Daginn” (good day)
Customer: “Daginn” (good day)
Me: “Má bjóða þér poka?” (would you like a bag?)
C: “Já takk/nei takk” (yes/no thanks)
Me: “Þá er það [verð]” (that will be [price])
*customer pays silently*
Me: “Má bjóða þér kvittunina?” (would you like the receipt?)
C: “Já/nei takk” (yes/no thanks)
Me: “Takk fyrir, eigðu góðan dag” (thank you, have a nice day)
C: “Takk sömuleiðis” (thanks, you too)
I cannot emphasise enough how pretty much everyone here follows this exact script to the letter so when someone goes outside of that script I have no idea what to do I wasn’t expecting improv I was expecting to say the same things I always say
If it’s worth anything, it goes exactly like this in Australia too I think Americans are just a little wild like that
Oh yeah I encounter a lot of tourists at work and it’s honestly only the americans who don’t follow this exact script
The world is a beautiful place when viewed through your eyes I’ve changed my mind I am pro small talk when it’s sincere now
