The purpose of my visit to Denmark was to run a booth at a trade show with a customer from Sweden that I had at the time. I was working for a cleanroom company that manufactured cleanroom wall systems for the semi-conductor and pharmaceutical industries. This particular trade show was for Food and Pharmacy Technology so I was showing off the companies new pharmaceutical cleanroom wall system.
I flew out of Grand Rapids, Michigan to Detroit to Manchester to Copenhagen to my final destination in Denmark. I don't remember the name of my final destination but the airport was about 30 minutes outside of the city where the trade show was located. For story purposes I'll call that destination... Zeeville. Copenhagen has somewhat of a confusing airport but I was able to find my flight to Zeeville when I got there.
The plane had seats for about twenty people and there was a total of five other people on the flight with me excluding flight crew. Before the flight took off the tall flight attendant in a short black skirt with a white somewhat see through blouse stood at the front and went through what I assume was the typical put your seat belt there are the exits speech in Danish. She made a few more announcements that meant nothing to me when we landed and since I was the last one on the plane and sitting closest to the exit I was the first one off of the plane. As I walked off the plane on the the single runway I looked around to find the "airport" was surrounded by corn fields. In the distance I could see a farm house here and there and on the side of the runway there was a garage that looked like a maintenance building but that was it. I didn't see anything that looked like a terminal. I stood there with a what the fuck this is Zeeville feeling.
The other five passengers walked past me as I stood there confused and they walked to the maintenance garage so I followed them. I stood with them in a one stall garage wondering how I was going to get a ride to my bed a breakfast from there. The garage door opened and the bagage cart drove in with everyone's luggage. We all grabbed our bags and everyone else proceeded out a door on the opposite side so I followed them. Through the door was a small waiting room with an adjacent office that was closed. Outside there was one taxi. I quickly wrote down the number on the side of the taxi assuming one of the other five would get it first. I only had American currency because I had planned on using ATMs to get Danish currency.
To my surprise in the corner of the small waiting room there was an ATM so I got the currency I needed. After I got the money I was very happy to see that although everyone else had left the taxi was still in the parking lot. As I walked up he said something to me in Danish in a friendly voice. I said, "Fuck, I'm don't understand a word you said." He responded with, "Fuck, I'll speak English then." The taxi driver was in his mid 50's. The radio was already on in the car when I got in playing a song my Eminem. The taxi driver sang along to Eminem, Will Smith, and a variety of other random American artists. I'll never forget him bobbing his head singing,
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin down the street, smokin endo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin down the street, smokin endo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rap is ubiquitous, yo!
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