The two of us grumbled through the abandoned Flevopolder. It is dusk. Alongside the road, the roadside is full of roadside cash registers and highly active speed controllers have made the region famous and top safe.
The car in the distance is therefore approached with suspicion and behind. A woman gets out who is waving kindly. We stop and park our mopeds safely. The SEAT is a bit sad about the right. A flat tire. The young lady in question has noticed that and points out the phenomenon. We ask: "Do you have a spare tire?" She has one. "It's in the back". "Do you have a jack?" She has that too. It is also in the back. We become mildly curious. "But why don't you change that wheel?" Something rebellious sparks in her falling darkness. "But don't you see that I am not dressed for that at all?" We think that the zakl rule in the polder.
We don't have that much view and it is getting dark fast. But we do see that this lady did not go shopping at the Wibra. "So. That's smart. We actually don't either. Yet? How long have you been standing here? ”That was about five minutes. "And how long will you stand if nobody helps you?" We become curious. With the sigh of a teacher explaining something to the stupidest boys in the class, Blondie sighs: "Well, if you see a woman in need, then you are a startling piece of non-sense if you don't help her"
We look at each other in an estimation. “We don't think you are in need. You are just too bad to do something yourself. We will continue nicely. It is 2014. It would be too role-confirming if we now change wheels here. " We greet friendly and start the horses again. A car is coming behind us. Our stranded princess is taking a careful step off the roadside. In our mirrors we see how she raises a hand. Later we stand at the gas station near Bunnik to make coffee and have cholestrol. Traveling makes you hungry. And still quite cold.
While our jaws grind fat, because flat calories don't turn on, our former stranded princess enters the gas station. She greets friendly. She takes a bottle of trendy water from the cooler and she settles her excise juice and the water.
Then she walks towards us relaxed. “The next one that stopped did help me. I didn't even have to sound pathetic. Are all forty plus students so straight into the doctrine? I thought you were all midlifelosers hunting for your lost youth. " Some venom sounds again.
We report that we are not fundamentalists of the kind 1.0 men, but very flexible. And that we do not know or will not know of a midlife crisis because we have always done the things we wanted. Blondie looks worried: “I have that again. I meet a bunch of lucky guys ”
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