Do you want to transport a three meter high tree in your lease container? It won't be him. But transport such an exuberant piece of nature in your tricycle, in a classic sidecar? No problem!
The seat out of the box, the lump on the floor and just drive quietly
The tree had to go to a service or sheltered house on the edge of the forest. There are three disabled parking places where I have never seen anyone, and the spot on the corner was right where I had to deliver the tree. I stuck the combination tightly, got off and took off my helmet.
The Great Leader of the group of gray-crested Nordic Zwalkers had meanwhile turned right and steamed up at me. In a high tone, he asked what I was doing. I told him I was delivering a tree. "Sir, do you know that it will cost you 370 euros if I call the police to report that you are in an invalid place." "Legal" ... I hadn't heard that for a while. A few followers nodded carefully. A few others looked neutral.
Now of course you can mildly tell someone that it is much better to serve those last few years that he still has in peace, but this dragonder stepped forward in a bubbling of old testosterone and entered my private domain.
Getting too close is annoying
So I put my index finger on his nose and told him he was unlucky enough to be born twenty years late. That otherwise he could have combated many more abuses. His face took on the deep red color that connoisseurs of a good glass of Burgundy appreciate so much. Two of his group had already physically distanced themselves. The Great Leader reported that it had been enough. He would call the police. He started right away.
From my own experience I know that when a child reports something as stupid as violence, it usually does not show up until the suspect has his first gray hair. That is not due to the agents, but to the protocols and the closure of neighborhood offices.
A lot of audience
The great thing about service homes is that the residents usually spend more time in their time. So we got more and more audience. Some dog walkers also joined our popular rally. The Great Foreman now received comments from various quarters and became increasingly angry. In between his attempts to report me to the police, he now also had several discussions with the rest of those present.
Multitasking was not his strong point. He was confused in his reproach. But among all his busy activities, he shouted at me: "You are an anti-social criminal, just like all motorcyclists!"
Among the public, people who knew me and other motorcyclists increasingly disagreed with him. In the meantime, his herd had left him, who was discussing and calling a bit apart from the group.
It had taken me long enough
Together with two members from the audience, I took the tree from the sidecar and carried it to the already dug hole where the new owner of the tree could receive her acquisition. She had looked at the case from a distance.
She had witnessed the war and was not so impressed by the confrontations. A fellow tree carrier looked at the hole and suggested making it a little bigger "Then it can be scratched when his heart fails".
Our hostess saw it milder
"Well, men often can't take it so well later in life that they can no longer be in control. Maybe that gentleman was director or something. And now he has too much time and he is unhappy. " I wandered back to my tricycle. If you continue to ride a tricycle, you will never grow up. That seemed like a good approach
Nice story and pathetic old man and pathetic readers who still go with him in it. Well you see those grumbles everywhere and sometimes we do it myself, I notice. But the advantage of it is that I know myself well and later think if this happened to me, you are a nag Jaak.
Greetings Jaak.
To johan,
What a sad life you have to have in order not to understand the humor. And effectively some people cannot stand motorcyclists. I have short hair, no tattoos, bank clerk, look normal. Still refused place in restaurant where I wanted to eat. Old feather in overmere donk. Enjoy eating a little further!
This euphoric story about a tree comes naturally from a Dutchman. How could it be otherwise. Loved in Europe by their knowledgeable attitude, big mouth, lack of rules. Thank you for considering yourself a whole gentleman. But after reading your story, few will follow your position. Someone who you rightly call half a Nazi. Bravo, that says a lot about yourself. Great sir. Or rather big fool. It depends on how you look at it.
Dear johan
I don't know where you get the word Nazi from, but that is nowhere in the text.
First read well and then respond.
Dear Johan,
My brother has lived on your side of the border for about 30 years. He is even married to a real Rubens. So I know that the Dutch directness often comes across as blunt to the Flemish. And from the Netherlands it is often said “a Fleming never says what he thinks and never does what he says”. Thus every nation bears its reputation and prejudices. And so Europe is not going to be.
But I have to say: in all the years that I have come to Flanders, I have never seen such a grumpy Fleming. You look like an 'Ollander 🙂
Let us all be less angry. After all, life only lasts a while.
Yours faithfully,
Dolf Peeters
Dear Johan,
Is completely correct “it just depends on how you look at it” and you are looking at this completely wrong unfortunately. But then again that is my opinion.
M.vr.gr. Jaak.
Splendor of a story again!
Well, people who are a bit older can often go 'off the handbrake' even faster
the younger guard. Years of matured principles often inflame their emotions into volcanic activity.
The tree has been delivered and the sidecar has again demonstrated unsuspected qualities.
All's well that ends well. Awesome!