English is not my mother tongue and even though I have lived abroad for several years the Swedish accent comes out of hiding every now and then. Usually like a little kinder surprise.
When I came back to Dubai after my vacation in Sweden last month, I had bought the cutes moose keychain souvenirs. It was a warning sign of a moose running over the street. We have them everywhere on the roads in Sweden. I bought one each for my colleagues in the department as they think it’s exotic. Or so I thought.
One of my colleagues that had been in a meeting the morning when I came back, suddenly came skipping towards me saying “I’m so excited about the moose you got us. Makes the start of the week so much better.” Ok, that’s great, I thought. Some people are just very happy to get souvenirs. I took the little moose out of the bag and gave it to him and just looked at me like a questionmark. “What is that”? He asked. “It’s the freakin moose you were so excited about” I said.
He looked at me sad and said “I thought you meant chocolate mousse!”
Ungrateful little shit…