of sex and visas
This morning I was awakened by an sms message from our Danish boss. The message reads as following:
"Dear Ira. Shit! I believe we have a big problem. I did not have an AIDS test."
Before you ask - no, I am not having an affair with my Danish boss. He was on his way to the Russian Embassy to get his visa, when he suddenly remembered that in order to get a multiple entry Russian visa one must prove that he is not infected with AIDS. And he couldn't present any proof. :)
We have contacted our friend in the Russian Embassy and she assured us that they will help. In an hour I recieve a call from my Danish boss.
Him: That was pretty embarassing.
Me: What?
Him: She just looked at me I could see in her eyes that she was thinking: "What the hell! He is too old and ugly for this anyway. Russian women are in no danger!"
"Dear Ira. Shit! I believe we have a big problem. I did not have an AIDS test."
Before you ask - no, I am not having an affair with my Danish boss. He was on his way to the Russian Embassy to get his visa, when he suddenly remembered that in order to get a multiple entry Russian visa one must prove that he is not infected with AIDS. And he couldn't present any proof. :)
We have contacted our friend in the Russian Embassy and she assured us that they will help. In an hour I recieve a call from my Danish boss.
Him: That was pretty embarassing.
Me: What?
Him: She just looked at me I could see in her eyes that she was thinking: "What the hell! He is too old and ugly for this anyway. Russian women are in no danger!"