So the other night at the hostel in Ljubljana, I'm sitting in the kitchen with three Australian girls, maybe in their early 20's, but I think they may have actually been just out of high school. Anyhow, we're all putting together our meals, when one of the girls starts telling a story about a recent wild night out. One of the other girls starts sort of shrieking in excitement talking about one of the boys they met, and I'm just listening, amused, when the third girl looks at her and says, "Janna, stop it, you're scaring the lady!". I literally turned to look over my shoulder before I realized she was talking about me. Yep... it's me, I'm the "lady". How did that happen? I forget sometimes that I'm not still in my early 20's and although I'm glad I'm not, I guess I wish sometimes it didn't show. :) It's as bad as being called "ma'am" at the grocery store.
Speaking of.... I just spoke to a man in the ticket information office, who used "lady" as you might use "miss" or "ma'am"... When I asked about the best way to get to Split, he said, "Well, lady, you could either take a train at 14:00 or 17:45 to Zagreb." At the end of our conversation, when I thanked him for his help, he replied, "It is no problem, lady."
So, this lady is off to Zagreb at 14:07, and booking an overnight train to Split from there.
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