A Story I Forgot About from my Last Night in Sweden

When I was heading to meet up with the two Couch Surfers in Sweden for a vegetarian meal, I had to pass through an alley, a wide alley. Ahead of me were four young kids, maybe ranging in ages from 10 to 16. They had their hands on a movable gate - like the kind that goes up around an open manhole or something. I imagine they just found it, and considered themselves very lucky, imagining the possibilities that their new possession presented. So I walk through the alley, and they block my path with the gate. One says something in Swedish. "Sorry, I only speak English." He repeats, "You can't pass here. This half of the alley is blocked. You have to pass over there." He points to his left, to the other half of the alley. I start to walk around, but they carry the gate and block me again. "Now this half is closed." I laugh, and walk some more - every where I go, they block me, naturally. To my left, I see a fence - beyond it a slight drop, then a staircase that leads up into the alley beyond the children. So I make a quick move to hop over it, then run up the stairs, and I'm past them, but they keep chasing me with the gate, so I keep running. Finally they give up.

I thought that was just a fun thing.