Chapter 4: Frustration eating
It's the weekend. Thus, a reason to rejoice. Arts. Pleasure. Self-imposed obligations. One could achieve the optimum. So had I for today to attend a flea market planned. Yesterday, picked out the events calendar, Brietlingen am See, not all too far away. An ideal exercise. I thought. But we start over, we will find together the point at which the events developed towards the optimal state:
on Saturday to get up at 6:30 clock is ever so easily. Made from seven, but on the flea market and I'd rather be there early and early leave. Everything went as it should, the bathroom was not blocked, I was good at the time and soon I was in my car, driving on the highway. Just in time by 8 Clock I passed the city limits to follow Brietlingen to the flea market there, attached signs. Just before the lake was me queasy then slowly, as in the parking lot, which was clearly visible along the street, no cars were. At the flea market space aka where the flea market should have been, was no one. Only a large sign: Flea market Brietlingen 5.09.
I see here, the date had been covered over and something told me, was among the 22:08 .. Slightly frustrated, I cried
at home to let me know from the current daily paper, would be to find out any more than markets. In that time I was able to watch as three other cars in minimal Intervals, the site passed and stared into the square. Out of sheer compassion, I greeted everyone with a slight nod of the head and the driver took the well to confirm paved the way also in vain. Well, the phone call helped me even more because the other flea markets were just too far away. Thus, the only frustration pushed just below my larynx.
the time but I wanted to give away much I went to Lüneburg. Buy fabric, patterns and watch grab maybe a few cheap parts for further processing. Good thing the Shops at 8.30 clock still have open. Only Karstadt took pity on me and opened its doors at nine, so that the car park money should be least not entirely in vain.
moment, the parking money was in vain, for at Karstadt I've found nothing. At that moment I realized that happiness is unfortunately not the stupid ones.
What good, after so much frustration? Food. Good food. Fast Food.
than usual on the way back with some more water in the eyes, no, were the dams not broken, I took a detour from the restaurant to the golden seagull.
At McDonald arrived I drove with the car because I did not want to get off safely. I rattled down my notorious saying: "Hello, three chicken burger and a Coke, please."
was heard from the off: "At the time there's only breakfast."
I first had to drive to breathe deeply to the skin and not immediately answered
"I like anything from their breakfast. I'm going back! "
And just drove past the window of the McDonald-nice breakfast seller.
Now that I'm back home, I am again optimistic. I just lie down, sleep and then I do so, as I DO NOT HAVE THREE HOURS EARLY ON SATURDAY MORNING SPENT SO VAIN TO DRIVE THROUGH THE AREA, MONEY AND ALCOHOL WASTE TO AND NOT TO HAVE once had breakfast!
Sodelle ....
on Saturday to get up at 6:30 clock is ever so easily. Made from seven, but on the flea market and I'd rather be there early and early leave. Everything went as it should, the bathroom was not blocked, I was good at the time and soon I was in my car, driving on the highway. Just in time by 8 Clock I passed the city limits to follow Brietlingen to the flea market there, attached signs. Just before the lake was me queasy then slowly, as in the parking lot, which was clearly visible along the street, no cars were. At the flea market space aka where the flea market should have been, was no one. Only a large sign: Flea market Brietlingen 5.09.
I see here, the date had been covered over and something told me, was among the 22:08 .. Slightly frustrated, I cried
at home to let me know from the current daily paper, would be to find out any more than markets. In that time I was able to watch as three other cars in minimal Intervals, the site passed and stared into the square. Out of sheer compassion, I greeted everyone with a slight nod of the head and the driver took the well to confirm paved the way also in vain. Well, the phone call helped me even more because the other flea markets were just too far away. Thus, the only frustration pushed just below my larynx.
the time but I wanted to give away much I went to Lüneburg. Buy fabric, patterns and watch grab maybe a few cheap parts for further processing. Good thing the Shops at 8.30 clock still have open. Only Karstadt took pity on me and opened its doors at nine, so that the car park money should be least not entirely in vain.
moment, the parking money was in vain, for at Karstadt I've found nothing. At that moment I realized that happiness is unfortunately not the stupid ones.
What good, after so much frustration? Food. Good food. Fast Food.
than usual on the way back with some more water in the eyes, no, were the dams not broken, I took a detour from the restaurant to the golden seagull.
At McDonald arrived I drove with the car because I did not want to get off safely. I rattled down my notorious saying: "Hello, three chicken burger and a Coke, please."
was heard from the off: "At the time there's only breakfast."
I first had to drive to breathe deeply to the skin and not immediately answered
"I like anything from their breakfast. I'm going back! "
And just drove past the window of the McDonald-nice breakfast seller.
Now that I'm back home, I am again optimistic. I just lie down, sleep and then I do so, as I DO NOT HAVE THREE HOURS EARLY ON SATURDAY MORNING SPENT SO VAIN TO DRIVE THROUGH THE AREA, MONEY AND ALCOHOL WASTE TO AND NOT TO HAVE once had breakfast!
Sodelle ....
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