Went to a math tournament today, prolly didn't get fullscore but some funny things happened afterwards.
I got a blackout on how to get home, the university where the tournament was held was about 1,2 kilometers away from the station. From the tournament building you could walk 2 ways, one to the train station and the other one leads to the city, approximately 8 kilometers of walking. Guess which one I picked...
After hours of walk an uncanny feeling hit me, I maybe took the wrong path. Just shrugging to myself I continued.
And I found a lovely bookstore!
It was a small comfy store with lots and lots of comics, hobbybooks, litterature pieces...it had them all. And the owner was so nice, an elderly lady, she even gave me a saffron bun because it was soon Christmas and I was so enthusiastic and giddy (mostly because the store had almost all of the comics and loved)!
I was there for about two hours just talking to her and skimming through interesting books.
And when I left she said: "Mata ashita" and gave me a childish wink.
I mean....DAMN! you don't meet these people everyday! Especially persons in their seventies!
I'm so gonna visit that old lady again someday.