-Tue, later this afternoon.
the faint, yellowish headlights emphasize promptly through the dark gray concrete wall, as I have in the car is not mine in the garage around the corner bending.
first parking deck, all filled with screeching tires I pull into the driveway to the next lowest.
the mini is old, the steering vague and imprecise, the circuit is a hake liges agitator and each of the three pedals must be pressed vigorously to stop so that it fulfills its function. , the passenger door does not open and make some one see through the floor into the street.
it is the type of car in which they openly times in a curve of the hand brake can move because they probably will not work anyway and if they do, is fun.
the type of car, where the shock absorbers are so in that it also no difference makes moving towards full throttle on this small dome and risking a sudden, the type of car, find itself at the mere sight of a gravel country road, the heart of the little boy in me a Freudensprung makes.
in the underground car park, there are no hills and dirt roads and so I face the almost cherished small vehicle-spirited and again squeaking, narrowly parking space in a column over safely into the next enter the lift and three floors later, I found myself in the coop.
I designate bierholer am today, because apparently now the only one who is both sober and unemployed.
the mood of a late corresponds afternoon towards the end of the week, there is little going on, mostly people starting in the mid-thirties, the barbecue for stock up on the weekend and have the time, does great in front of the run to do on friday night after work to can.
I fall with my twenty liters of beer that is not on, the sunglasses misleading at the head Legs-up-already mood before and I could drive a car with adilette, I would at least have proven aesthetic consequence.
about to fund a calling: "hey dani, bisch na hey los an end time, take them with no chasch Äch Drue liter milk that would be great ... and ... yes ... yes I saw em waiting, yes and no two dose teppichschuum, wänns'd ... messi gaelle! "
me just at the checkout a lady about forty, a little shabby clothing, dark fingernails, and extremely disheveled, shaggy brown hair with gray streaks in it, pushes the kassierein a melon and lots of sheba cat food out, they do what they are paid and scans without comment.
probably it is also too old for that you would light the same may rise as I did when turning around the lady and I just look in the eyes, I duck me off immediately reflexively to the cat to avoid that I under their I thought long rock bring forth and to see to throw at me.
I put my three liters of milk, the twenty liters of beer and two cans of carpet tape on the foam, and even if the kassierein again remains silent, she shakes her head very slightly and her big eyes make it quite clear: "Boy oh boy ... what is this supposed to be please? " I have a little smile, smile them kind of. pack
I call the things, I see the bearded peers behind me condoms with a bottle of whiskey and a twenty pack come to the fund, and even while I stow it in the uncompromising passenger door in the garage Stir to the shopping, I try my stories imagine that in a day probably in the minds of the staff have to spin together.
after the third attempt the engine finally, it pushes the exhaust from a medium smoke cloud, I will be a small black and I'm glad that I had returned to daylight.
leave with a brief nod, I flip the sunglasses on the face, change the tape and know that my freight is already eagerly anticipated.
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