Every morning the Swedish flag is hoisted from the tower, and every evening it is lowered. A couple of guards have to drive here and back two times every day just to keep that tradition alive. On this particular day, I was standing around when they came up the hill. They were acting real authoritarian, adjusting their belts and berets as if they were on an important mission. Yeah, I bet the security of our country depends on that piece of cloth being hoisted and lowered on schedule.
When they reach the door, they realize they have been given the wrong keys. Of course, since they are important people they remain calm and composed about it, quietly discussing how to solve the problem. Except that's not what they did. Instead, they started thrusting at the door, the man knocking on it ferociously with his fist, the woman half-screaming something in her walkie-talkie. Eventually they got inside and could lower the flag, thus saving our country from impeccable disaster.