Transport a tree in your lease box? It won't be him. But transport such an exuberant piece of nature in your tricycle, in a sidecar? The seat out of the box, the lump on the floor and just drive quietly.
A sidecar combination is a handy thing
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. “You know, Mr, that it will cost you 370 euros if I call the police to report that you are illegally at a place of invalidity. "Legal", I had not 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. So I put my index finger on his nose and told him he was unlucky that he was born twenty years late. That he could otherwise have enjoyed betraying people in hiding. But that he didn't do it badly for what it was now. His face got the high red color that connoisseurs of a good glass of Burgundy so appreciate.
Two of his group had meanwhile taken physical distance. The Great Leidsman reported that it was enough. He would call the police. He started immediately. 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.
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. De Grote Voerman now received comments from various quarters and became increasingly angry. 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 forte. He became confused in his reproaches. But in between all his busy activities he still shouted at me, "You are an anti-social criminal, just like all motorcyclists!" 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 as milder: "Oh well, men often can't take it so well later in life that they can no longer be in charge. 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 keep driving a tricycle, you will never grow up. That seemed like a good approach
