For Peter and Ric: A little witch in Almere :-)

Always nice: parts search on the Internet

And Almere was nicely on route during an unclear business trip on the motorcycle and back in a huge new Volvo station wagon. Hannibal from the A-Team always said it: "I love it when a plan comes together!”A smoking ban applied in the car. The new residential area was in between 'villa' and 'vinex'. Let's just keep the address on 'Schaafwond 136' in the accident area. There was no response to the first call sessions. Later on. The door was opened by a fourteen-fifteen year old girl. I had called her awake and she looked childishly innocent in her shorts and T-shirt. At her equator, an 100 Watt belly button ring flickered in the incident light. She looked at me sleepily.

"Hi, I'm here for the motorcycle gear your father has for sale"

"I don't know anything about that, but I'll call." She turned and walked over to a cell phone on a side table. For a child of her age she did not rock hip without mercy. She typed in the preset button and gave me the cell phone. “Sterre! Damn it! Why do you call? I'm in the middle of a meeting! "" Hi, I'm not your daughter, she just lent me her phone. I came to pick up those parts. We had an appointment, remember? "" Damn it! To forget! The stuff is in the corner of the barn. Load up and pay to Sterre. And ask that little witch why she isn't in school! "" I can do business with you and you can go back to bed. Oh yes, your father asked why you didn't go to school. "

A kind of generation gap

The little witch shrugged her shoulders and thoughtlessly scratched herself under her navel. “Ah, the stress chicken. Just like all his other colleagues. He is not my father by the way. My father is a barge master, but that was not adventurous enough for my mother. My mother loves the big life and the luxury. I'm only staying here for a while. All the hassle. And I don't feel like school at all. ”The child looked at me with the calm eyes of a thirty-something.

"I open the door, you throw the stuff in it"

There was a classic TVR sports car in the garage. Behind the TVR were the things that I came across among all kinds of other stuff. Including an outboard motor and a paraglider parachute or whatever such a thing may be called. Everything was also allowed by Sterre. “Pfff. He whines like a little child and when he has it he immediately forgets. ”My hostess stood there barefoot and slightly annoyed. "Men only want sex and toys, and you make a mess of everything," she concluded. "But at least you're just relaxing and being nice."
That was a service announcement.
No invitation.
Sterre, if you read this: hit your girl.
There is more in the world than stressy coke nuivers and new-build pseudo villa neighborhoods.
There are bargees.
Safe voyage!
And finish your school!