And as though that wasn’t reward enough, I patted myself on the back for a week of good behaviour with a little shopping spree. Nothing exotic, now! No diamonds, fur capes or gold teeth for this girl (not yet, anyways); a bathing suit (I forgot mine at home), a few cutesy pieces at H&M for added flair, a hair elastic with a golden bird on it (oh my) and a big ol’ bottle of Tanqueray at the duty free. Bless my heart. I learned that Swedish residents are eligible for a special card at H&M that entitles them to discounts or what-not. I begged, I pleaded, I considered perjuring myself before the Swedish courts… but didn’t get a card. I want this job in Gothenburg even more now. Can you imagine… I could be a card-carrying member of the Swedish H&M army! Dream big, kids, dream big…