Fourteen full days I've barricaded behind and down pillows with chips and cola, chocolate and red wine, potatoes and cheese, eggs and ham, poor Series and even worse movies. Determined two kilos heavier but not the least bit unhappy, brain drain, back relaxed. My God's I'm fine! Sch ... Oh, my hair become long! I need a haircut.
Since years I put into the moral intermediate Espalter, the low-wage jobs do not patronize because I am totally against that, that someone has to live less than 5 € hourly wage. On the other hand, I have lived in the charitable volunteer for many years only by shaking hands and bouquets and never to make me feel that my superiors were not happy in any way about it. I wähle den Mittelweg: "Waschen, Schneiden, Selberföhnen" gibt es bei Caroline für 20 Euro, das ist ebenso unangemessen wie erschwinglich. Z umindest den Zehn-Euro-Friseur boykottiere ich und fühle mich gut dabei. Als die wortkarge Dame mit dem Schneiden fertig ist, beginnt sie zu föhnen. ("Halt! Das ist doch mein Job!" denke ich.) Sie nimmt sich beinahe mehr Zeit fürs Föhnen als für das Schneiden und ich fürchte, dass sie im Minutentakt abrechnen wird. Ich müsste dann mit einer 40-Euro-Rechnung leben. Ich wage es nicht, ihr das Gerät aus der Hand zu reißen. Ich möchte nicht knausrig wirken und es auch nicht sein. Es werden dann schließlich 30 Euro, Caroline is happy. So I have to pluck my eyebrows, and whiskers themselves, Natalie wants to ensure that is always the past ten ...
Now that I have nice hair, it goes to the Body Shop. There I am learning what a "Body Mist," "opt for the version" Sparkling Apple "and let me also a" Curl Boost from cotton seeds for my new hair other Hen . Because I lack in a bill of 16 € or 4 € for a loyalty stamp, I dedicate the shortfall ado the fundraising campaign "Stop sex trafficking of children and adolescents". The seller is very pleased. Finally, she has no idea that I have many years times the tithe may have. So I am quite used to and I'm stingy with my puny before 4 € donation. To make matters worse for not only get the stupid stamp. She beams, reaches into her locker and tells me that I, "because the donation was so high," another cream un d receive a limited edition postcard set. Also, I could pick mine, of which article in the store it is to me a sample bottle. I choose the "sweet lemon" and I am confused. (As a teenager, I've donated time at 50 DM a mission to Siberia, after which I was about ten years of hand-written paper letters directly from Siberia.) The Body Shop comes over me similar Feeling. What is there because of the children?
Third station Bagel Brothers. I take half a dozen bagels and cream cheese 100g. In thought the discount ratio between a dozen and a half dozen bagels each and calculate lost, I pay and leave the store. The amount I still hear sounds and I realize: I have only paid the bagels, cream cheese gave it for free. Running back now? 1.60 pay extra? Nee, 3.25 € is actually expensive enough for a couple of rolls that are not even organic. Better yet complete quickly to net in the pallet and purchasing. However, I have the cream cheese story learned and am aware of. The cashier is at the long queue nervous and correspondingly slow and unfocused. She gives me 20 cents too much money back. (To me a trip to finance an American Pentecostal church, which just experienced a revival, I'm at the tender age of 16 by three months after purchase land conceded. So I know exactly how you feel, if customers are anxious and their eyes twist. Nothing is worse than not after work the damn money's OK.) I give her so back the coin and reap a similarly rapt gaze of the girl, like the Body Shop seller, given my anti-sex donation.
I have a haircut in meditativer Geschwindkeit föhnen lassen, für den Versuch, Kinder vor Sex zu schützen, Geschenke abgesahnt und mir zwar 100g Käse, nicht aber 20 Cent schenken lassen. Unterm Strich bin ich ratlos, wie sich die Karmapolizei zu meinem Verhalten positioniert.
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