Dan-the-Man: you would die out of hunger in a bakery.
Me: what? Why?
Dan-the-man: you’d be standing there, not seeing any food and crying out “is there any food?” in a bakery.
Me: mais… Non!
Dan-the-Man: all the good stuff’s behind that glass, showcased, on the shelves behind the counter… But you’d just stand there, hungry. In a bakery!
Me: but…
Dan-the-Man: for days you’d be locked in there, not seeing food, IN A BAKERY!
Me: that’s mean.
Dan-the-Man: you’d probably even think that the chocolates on the glass windows are fake!
Me: wait. They aren’t fake?
Dan-the-Man: NO! They are real!!!
Me: really? They look fake to me. They stay at the display for so long without moulding!
Dan-the-man: IN A BAKERY!?! *shakes his head, walks away*
Context: I was looking for cookies and couldn’t find them. Complaining that there’s no comfort food for shark-weekend in our shared apartment. While Dan-the-Man diligently stashed the cookies in the cookie jar. But I somehow couldn’t “LOOK AT THE COOKIE”! I’ll blame it on stress, but I think it’s the hormones. So it’s basically me!
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Update: Story about the Basement Keys
I’ll have to pick up a suitcase to get some materials from Zurich for my student-association and it’s presence at the Zentralfest Einsiedeln. The fest is in a weeks time and the person in-charge of the materials is flying out on Sunday and none of us knew. So this is our only opportunity to get everything. Hence, I need my suitcase and I can’t find my keys to the basement. Yes. One of those lovely days of prompt forgetfulness and no coming back!
Me: How does it even look like?
Dan-the-Man: Much that once was is lost, for none now live, who remember where to find the key.
Me: Dude, I can’t find my basement keys! No time for joke!
Dan-the-Man: It began with the forging of the Great Keys. Three were given to the Elves – immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. One to Dan-the-man, who guards it close, on his body, every day. And one was given to Dee. Who promptly forgot where she put it and now can’t get a suitcase. Bummer.
You know that feeling when sometimes you think that maybe, just maybe, your sibling-like-bestfriend is your sibling-like-worst-enemy? Yeah!
Still looking for my keys.
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 
Dan-the-Man: It began with the forging of the Great Keys. Three were given to the Elves – immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. One to Dan-the-man, who guards it close, on his body, every day. And one was given to Dee. Who promptly forget where she put it and now can’t get a suitcase. Bummer.
LoTR. Yesss!! So awesome. 🙂 Dan is totally the man 😉
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