The Blonde Beach Babe
It was a sunny, fluffy-cloud afternoon on an idyllic beach in the Caribbean. Sam was chatting up a blonde, fashion-model type girl at a table adjoining a beach snack bar. Her name was Heidi and she was from Vienna.
“When I get to Vienna one of these days – which, by the way, might be very soon – I would really like to see you,” said Sam, flashing a charming smile and taking a hefty swig from his beer bottle.
“Yu are velkom to kom to mein haus eef you ken find it,” laughed Heidi.
“Just give me the address and I’ll be there for sure, no problem,” said Sam confidently with a sweeping gesture of his arm.
“Eef yu say yu ken do dis, Sem. Eet ees a fery long street, de Kaiserstrasse, end I am on ze side dat start with ze haus nummer won,” said Heidi with a mischievous glint in her eye, sipping some white wine.
“No problem, I like long streets,” countered Sam with a big grin, flexing his biceps. “And what’s the number?”
“I vil tell yu, Sem. De sum of ze numbers of ze hausen before mein haus nummer is equal to ze sum of ze nummers of ze hausen after mein haus nummer. Eef yu can vork zat aus, I vil be glad to see yu, Sem,” said Heidi.
Sam was taking notes on a napkin. “Right… Very interesting.”
“Eef yu join zese too haus nummers end prefix 699 yu vil haf my lokal fone nummer so yu ken kall me ven yu kom,” added Heidi.
“Hmm,” said Sam. “What do you do for a living, Heidi?”
“Ai em ein mazematik prefessor at ze universitet. Maibee I see you suun, Sem. Haf to go now to zee my brother Arnold,” said Heidi, downing her white wine.
Heidi grabbed her bag and left, leaving Sam holding his beer bottle in a confused and puzzled state of mind.
Can you help Sam meet up with Heidi?
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