And now that spring is, in any case, 'sort of', the groceries are being done again on the bike.
When I put my motorcycle on the sidewalk, an old lady in an osteoarthritis friendly pastry came to the parking lot at the Appie. Against the direction of travel. Very Very Old People should not be allowed to drive. But do it more often.
I did my thing and went back to my motorcycle. It turned out to be lying on the ground with the osteoarthritis-friendly pastry above it like a boy's dog climbing on the back of a girl's dog to see if the grass is greener. The hand-wringing gray-crested pigeon was surrounded by footmen. A friendly fat double-tattooed reported: “She has knocked over your bike. And she wanted to drive away. We have stopped her ”.
The blue flush got involved in the conversation: “Of course I wanted to drive away. Everyone knows what a scum of motorcyclists are! "" But if you had just left your telephone number? "I suggested. “Then you would certainly have found me! And you are all criminals, after all. ”I looked into a pair of watery pale blue soul mirrors and saw… Nothing. “Madam, if you were my dog I would have put you to sleep. But now we just have to fill in the claim forms ”.
A friendly youth who also stood among the public reported that she had photographed everything. I gave her my ticket. She read like many others. I'm rentingwordthere is no rentmoordenaar. But my mood was changing. The collision had found her huge senior cell phone and keyed in 112. In a weepy tone, she reported threats, mass murder, pedophilia with minor bugs, and made a lot of things wrong. But uniformed people are under strict apple. "NEVER COME" on a notification. A matter of mismanagement and being underpaid. What would you do for such a salary?
In the meantime it had become a nice run-up. Broadly speaking, the parties fell apart into anti motorcyclists and Ouwe Vrouwen Haters. The gray-crested pigeon refused to fill in a claim form. "Because everyone was out to blame her." "While motorcyclists were tight". "Krapuul" I knew the word. But never knew where it was stored.
I also know my motorcycle. I estimated the damage. Using used stuff. I mildly but firmly led the gray-crested pigeon to the PIN machine to get an appropriate amount to be drawn. She protested crying. I promised her a receipt. Became seriously pissed off. That worked.
I went to get some parts from my local classic specialist and wrote a recuut at home for the hate greyhound. Just in case… And was left with a net amount of 83 euros in the transaction. 's. In the evening, two uniforms were at my door. I was accused of threats and extortion with violence. I explained the matter. Asked the uniforms to leave because I was about to flip. A uniform asked if that was a threat. I said it was a warning. I gave them the receipt I had written for the old woman. They left. Beautiful.