How NOT to pick up a Norwegian girl

So yesterday I’m taking a little 400 mile joy ride without my girlfriend, and stop at this place called Helvete (or “Hell”) for a coffee. I take off my lid and chat with the cutie who works the counter over a coffee before snapping a picture of myself with the sign and riding off.

Today I look at the pictures and it’s beginning to dawn on me why I didn’t get anywhere with this girl:

Looks like this fly found the gap between my MotoX goggles and the lid and went Splat! right on my big Teutonic forehead… hahahaha

That’s Karma mate

Dude, you have bug on your head!!!