Monday, February 4, 2013

If You Give a Mouse a Keks

First thing's first: This weekend, my baby sister turned her body inside-out and emitted human life from her womb. She has sort of one-uped everyone on weekend news.

"Oh? You went skiing? A human being who had been growing inside of me for almost a year ripped through my unmentionable areas and will now walk this Earth for decades to come."

In any event, I got an incredibly cute new nephew out of the whole event, whom I'm excited to see some day. My sister told me that as punishment for being in Palau at such a time, she will be sending me a seemingly innocuous video that suddenly cuts to a close-up of the baby's head crowning. I will be digging my eyeballs out with spoons later today to prevent this possibility. (Advice I just learned the hard way: DO NOT google "baby's head crowning" if you're not sure exactly what that means.)

Guys. One of the fundamental rights should be that no person should have a sister who is allowed to threaten things like this.

I had sort of the opposite experience from my sister this weekend. I expelled human life from my womb. And by "womb" I mean apartment. And I did it WITHOUT an epidural. Although I could have used one.

Guys. WHAT THE CRAP HAPPENED LAST WEEK!?! HOW did I get into that situation!? In case you're behind on Stranger, you need to quickly read this and this right now. And how could you get behind?! I never get behind on your life. Don't believe me? Right now you're reading Stranger. What am I doing right now? You don't know? Guess I'm more up to date on your current happenings than you are on mine . . .

When I last left you, the Germans were crying because they realized they didn't have tickets out of Palau.

During their stay here, they succeeded in obtaining roughly the value of $3,000 of free stuff. I'm truly not exaggerating this figure. Through their begging, they got free access to a high-end resort, a 4-night stay in a nice apartment, a boat trip out to several islands, plenty of food, free flights, and dozens of chauffeurs.

And they were SO needy and SO SO intrusive in our apartment. For days we avoided going home as much as possible because we couldn't deal with them asking for another favor.

Several of our friends reported that at various points last week two German girls bolted into the street and in front of their cars to get the car to swerve off to the side of the road and stop. Then the girls demanded that the driver take them somewhere. This reiterates two things that I've told you: 1) this island is SO small, and 2) these girls are CRAZY.

On Friday, they were supposed to take one of their boat tours. Instead, they convinced the tour guide to drive them around the island for a few hours while they ran errands. Eventually tour guide told them he had to go to which they indignantly complained, "But you promised us!!! Zis is not fair!!!"

When they told us this story later and explained that they couldn't believe he wasn't going to continue to answer their beck and call, we knew we had a problem.

Then Saturday happened.

They had been telling us that their plan was to leave Saturday, once and for all. This was already a few days later than they had initially told me when I agreed to host them. In any event, we were very excited for Saturday to come.

Saturday evening we were supposed to have a waffle party with them and some friends. Only one friend showed up and after waiting for the Germans for an hour or so, we finally just started without them.

Eventually they came in and said hello. And that's when the fighting started.

Guys. I know that when people speak German, it always sounds like they're fighting. But I want to be clear about this: they were YELLING at each other. And storming into and out of rooms. And slamming doors. And YELLING more. For. Three. Hours.

Never was there a more awkward experience. Until one hour later.

They told us that the flight they hoped to get on departed at 1:00AM. Apparently they only had stand-by tickets for this flight. Daniel and I were both done with couchsurfers at this point and we agreed that we could not let them stay any longer. But we knew they were going to make this goal as awkward to accomplish as possible.

We agreed to give them a ride to the airport. On the way, this conversation happened:

Germans: Oh no! Ve are so so vorried! Ve called and zey sed ze flight is all fool!!!

Daniel and Eli: Well. We hope it works out for you.

Germans: Ve just don't know vhat ve vill do if ve cannot leave! Ze next flight ve can take is in vone veek!

Daniel and Eli: . . . shoot. Where would you stay?

Germans:  . . . ve just don't know! Ve cannot stay viz you! You have already done so much. Ve vill probably sleep outside in ze rain since ve have no money and novheres to go . . .

Daniel and Eli: . . . well, surely you'll figure something out.

It was so hard to suppress the natural urge to take pity and say, "NO! You can stay as long as you want!" But guys, we just couldn't let them back into our apartment again. We agreed to take them in for 2 days. They stayed for 5. And they were so needy during those 5 days. If we brought them back into our home, that would have meant an additional SEVEN. DAYS!


It would be like World War II all over again! Except less pleasant! And the Germans would probably win this time!

But they were cunning. When we got to the airport, they jumped out of the car without their things to check on the flight. Daniel and I waited in the car and gave each other a pep talk about staying strong. During this pep talk, we almost gave in a number of times.

Daniel: What will we do if they ask us if they can stay?

Eli: We HAVE to say no.

Daniel: Yes. But what if they cry?

Eli: . . . maybe we should just let them stay.

Daniel: Yeah. Maybe we should.

Eli: No!

Daniel: No?


Daniel: No!

Eli: No!

We tried role-playing the conversation to get ready but it didn't really work because Daniel can't do a German accent and every time I tried I started singing Du Hast Mich. Then one of them came out to the car.

German: Ve are so vorried! Zey still don't know if ve can get on ze flight!

Eli and Daniel: [sitting in very awkward silence]

German: Maybe ve should just take our bags out and let you go. Ve cannot stay viz you again. Ve vill just live on ze streets . . . and try to be safe . . .

Eli and Daniel: [more awkward silence. Daniel starts to say something and Eli subtly shakes his head at him.]

That sister went back into the airport and a few minutes later they both came out and offered to release us, telling us again that they would just figure something out on their own. We accepted their offer, had a relatively pleasant farewell, and drove away.

The whole way home we had a very conflicted conversation about whether we did the right thing. On the one hand, I don't like the feeling of turning someone away who is asking for help.

On the other hand, have you ever read that story about if you give a mouse a cookie? And eventually the mouse takes over the whole house? And it starts yelling at the other mice in German? At some point I felt like we had to put a foot down and stop the madness. And if things were really that bad, they could get a bloody hotel. Right?

Oh heck. Maybe I should just get that epidural.

~It Just Gets Stranger


  1. First comment! Did dy actually see the, board a plane? Please keep us updated!

  2. This just made my morning........I can just picture you doing a little violent head shake in Daniel's direction. You did the right thing. ;-) Did they make the flight? Or do you even know? LOL

  3. Congrats on the whole uncle thing, you need to set up a savings account for the little guy, then surprise him with it on his 16th birthday! 20 for birthday and Christmas every year and he will have a nice little amount of cash for his first car and you are the best uncle EVER! and do you know if they got on the flight? are they on the streets, did they hunt down the tour guide and make him take them in?

    1. I wish you were my uncle! I'm open to being adopted. I'm house trained and have a bachelors degree, so I'm potentially pretty useful...

    2. haha I would be an Aunt not an uncle ;) and I already had 16 nieces and nephews of my own

  4. Thanks German girls. I had planned on finding out where Palau was and then begging Eli and Daniel to let me stay with them. They will never let that happen now!

  5. Ze whole German couchzurfer madnezz haz provided for many zuch funniez!! Ya?! I love it! :D

  6. They even look annoying!!

  7. It's okay to say, "No," Eli. Sometimes it's even okay (and downright appropriate it) to say, "Hell no!" You did the right thing by driving away. I'm a white personality; I like people and I like to make sure they're happy and taken care of; but I also love my privacy, and I really love it when people don't take advantage of my friendliness and occasional generosity. ;)

    Wouldn't it be funny if they were still on Palau and you bumped into them somewhere? (As long as that place is not your apartment, I don't feel bad for imagining such a travesty in the first place.)

    PS Congrats on your new nephew! I get a new one here in less than 2 months! Wahoo!

    PS Since you asked, I DID go skiing this past weekend. (Well, snowboarding, but still.) It was fun. And although it's not even on the same scale as birthing human life, it was kind of awesome; I succeeded to survive going down some really steep hills at Big Sky, and I didn't even partially mangle myself! (We're all allowed good news, Eli.)

    Happy Monday!

  8. I'll bet you run into them around the island this coming week. They likely conned someone else into staying with them if they could not get on a "free flight". Instead of the flight is full they should have said, we cannot get on the flight for free, despite our tears! I guess I've got something against freeloaders!

  9. I have never really heard positive stories about German women. It probably doesn't bode well that my ancestry is almost entirely German and Austrian (with a smidgen Welsh, Irish, and English mixed in for funzies).

  10. No, no--Let the ladies go. If two gals can make an entire vacation FREE--they will find shelter. TRUST ME. They are fine. I think they could even talk their way out of a rape van.

  11. Not to give you nightmares or anything, but... you could pass as their relative. I'd even say you could be their brother... But you're not! So be happy for that!!!