The other night, I skipped gym and returned to the mothership: The Royal Opera in Stockholm. As I described in my previous post, there are terrible terrible predictable lines that we say. That we are almost forced to say in certain situations. So, Mozart. Royal Opera House. Champagne in the intermission. The bell rings for the second time and your glass is still full. Some unknown persons, in this case, two women in their 40s stands next to you, their glasses are also full.

The line (to the women): Ooops, gotta drink in all now, fast. Such a waste leaving good champagne.

The reply: I know. It happens each time I come here. Like a law or something.

I hate myself.