A perfectly normal Saturday -- well, almost; there had certainly been happenings of unnormal nature, but that's not important right now. Yes, so, a reasonably normal Saturday, Mr Hat sat by his computer, and read through e-mails and stuff. He then noticed that he had received an apartment offer. Meaning he could visit an apartment and then say if he wanted it or not (and afterwards, if he would be lucky, he could get it).

At first, this made him fairly happy. He had only applied for 57 apartments, and already had he received a non-exclusive offer! Then it made him a bit nervous, because apparently he had to do something, and he also had no real idea about the area in which the apartment in question resided, never having been there. Then it made him a bit confused, because something seemed odd.

But not being set back by oddment and nervousity, Mr Hat did the only thing that seemed to make any sense, which was to contact someone through a phone number included next to a name (which seemed to be of the one living in the apartment currently). The contact was successful, and it was agreed upon that Mr Hat should come by and take a view of the apartment on the following Monday, at 18:30, leaving everything well in Hat Land.

Days passed. Well, in fact, a little less than two days passed.

Monday at 17:40 arrived. Mr Hat half happily, half stressed and half nervously left his job early to jump onto a tram and travel far, far away. Well, not really. But a bit away. 26 minutes by tram isn't really far. But that's what he traveled. He passed through normal places, such as Brunnsparken, and less normal places, such as Whatsisnameplatsen.

Finally arriving at his destination, he left the safety of the tram and ventured forth. Forth unto strange, odd-looking areas, where apartment buildings graced. Most of it seemed okayish, though it seemed a fairly worn out place. He looked around, and moved towards the address he was after. Not entirely happily, he noticed that the apartment building that looked the crappiest was, of course, the one he was there to visit. Still, there was nothing to lose.

Being a bit early, Mr Hat walked around some more. It really was very worn out. There seemed to be less worn out places fairly close, but fairly close didn't cut it. Fairly close isn't exactly there, it's per definition not there. Anyhow, 18:30 arrived. Mr Hat found the right entry. There was a list of people living there. The name given earlier wasn't on the list. He check that it was the correct address. It was. Mr Hat felt a little bit confused.

But not being set back by confusement and a general feeling of 'this place is really crappy', Mr Hat made a phone call to find out what the entry code was. But the phone at the other end was turned off. So he sent a text, too, in case the phone state would change soon. Then he noticed that the door didn't need an entry code. Which made him wonder a bit why it had said that the place had an entry code and, also, why there was an entry code panel right next to the door.

Still not being set back enough to turn back, Mr Hat entered to the weird building. There were a few notes on the wall that he did not stay to inspect closely. Instead he walked up onto level three, where the apartment was said to be. Again, the name given earlier did not appear anywhere. In fact, even though the name was only given partially, it couldn't match either of the names appearing on the doors on that level. To add to things, the apartment numbers used did not match those given in the offer letter.

Mr Hat felt a bit more confused. Something didn't feel entirely right. In fact, something seemed increasingly fucked up. He retreated slowly down the stairs. On his way out he read some of the notes on the wall in the entry hall. That was when he decided he had not lost anything by not having been able to see the apartment. He didn't really want to live somewhere where people needed notes reminding them not to throw out diapers through windows.

Happy with his decision, Mr Hat took the first tram out of there. Unfortunately, the tram decided not to go as far as it had first appeared. Due to a collision between another tram and a bus, tram traffic was obstructed. So Mr Hat had to get off the tram and find some other means of transportation to get off the huge island he was currently on. Some clever stalking of other people, who were in the same position, led him to a bus stop where eventually a bus turned up and brought him all the way to normal places.

And so ended Mr Hat's latest adventure. He later commented that 'he had nothing better to do, really, so he guessed it was just as well that he visited some places he had never been. And he is still lacking a spell checker.'