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Is that like the scene in Big where Tom Hanks sees his own picture on the milk carton?
Drunken tourists wandering around wouldn't be a problem in Chicago.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | August 29, 2012 at 01:02 PM
I went on a trip to find myself once. It didn't work. I still walk around lost half the time.
Posted by: JD | August 29, 2012 at 01:07 PM
First they have Ram Groping, now this. What's the matter with Iceland?
Posted by: wiredog | August 29, 2012 at 01:08 PM
"Well, say! I doesn't have to find myself! I's right here!"
Vaughn Bode.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | August 29, 2012 at 01:45 PM
The question remains did she find herself or not?
Posted by: JJeff Meyerson | August 29, 2012 at 01:58 PM
Exitential search & rescue: More French than Icelandic.
Sounds like somthing Woody Allen would organize.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | August 29, 2012 at 02:02 PM
Existential for you philosophical sticklers.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | August 29, 2012 at 02:05 PM
I don't know that I would recognize myself, either, depending on who is doing the describing. I see myself one way, luckily, my beloved sees me another - some stranger might not be so kind, and describe me altogether differently ! I have to say, though, I would probably put 2 + 2 together, based on the clothing described - but maybe not - depending how long I had been traveling on a bus through Iceland.
Posted by: telecom | August 29, 2012 at 02:12 PM
i agree with the existentialism.
Posted by: queensbee | August 29, 2012 at 02:20 PM
Did any of the rocket scientists on the bus think of calling out her name?
Posted by: nursecindy | August 29, 2012 at 02:22 PM
Lost Benny Hill Show episode.
Posted by: Clankie | August 29, 2012 at 02:54 PM
Are you sure this was not in Flathead County?
Posted by: Guin | August 29, 2012 at 03:01 PM
Densa hosts bus tours? Who knew?
Posted by: Howard from Broward | August 29, 2012 at 03:26 PM
The Existential Tourist
Posted by: Wes Lee | August 29, 2012 at 03:44 PM
"No matter where you go, there you are."
--Buckaroo Banzai
Posted by: Allen at Division | August 29, 2012 at 03:46 PM
"I talkin' to ME?!?"
Icelandic Taxi Driver
Posted by: Betsy | August 29, 2012 at 04:12 PM
Now, you, too, can attend your own funeral. Without all that messy dying business.
Just change your clothes.
Posted by: Steve | August 29, 2012 at 05:03 PM
Cindy, this is Iceland. By the time they would finish calling out "Is Brunhilde daughter of Olaf who slew the great dragon, cousin to Eric son of Leif who boldly trod upon...," they could have searched the entire island.
Posted by: Elon | August 29, 2012 at 05:07 PM
The blind leading the dumb.
Posted by: Suzy Q (the original) | August 29, 2012 at 05:26 PM
In all fairness to the lady in question I find myself quite frequently looking into a mirror and wondering how the hell Rodney Dangerfield got in my bathroom.
Posted by: wingnut | August 29, 2012 at 08:59 PM
Good one Elon! I guess you don't see a lot of women named Kathy or Debbie in Iceland.
Posted by: nursecindy | August 30, 2012 at 09:44 AM
No, Debbie doesn't do Iceland.
Posted by: mazar larry | August 30, 2012 at 11:57 AM
This story would have been so much easier to understand if it had taken place in Sweden, if you know what I mean ;^)
Posted by: Man on Grassy Knoll | August 30, 2012 at 01:01 PM