From little green, no one wanted since issued again the Christmas goodies in the supermarket, here's a little story, which last year during the festive season a little green (no, not meant politically) has experienced.
Hello dear blog readers,
if I may introduce myself: My name is €, € cent. Hunni for my friends. I would Like to tell you a story that I experienced with my little brother Fuffi last week.
Fuffi and I had made it our on Friday just in the cassette of the ATM's really convenient, as we at once a powerful suction tore through the slot and we landed ourselves in the hands of a hitherto unknown female person. After the initial shock had passed did bring me up the anticipation. We would see the big wide world. Where would we probably devious? If we can probably stay together? The next day was
answered our question. Our path should lead us into the ticket office of a not very cheap boutique. Previously, we should try again are carried through the entire city. That alone was seen by the fact that our owner was out in jeans, sweatshirt and sneakers. Standard on the foul weather clothing and an hour of running around so absolutely understandable.
Well, the tour was wonderful. We could look at the Christmas market, a lot of knick-knacks have us scared clamped in the wallet as our owner just took an oil lamp, the brand "particularly nasty" in the hand and was released released as the part with a laugh again put away. And finally, as we were: The Boutique!
Obviously, our owner is not the first time here. I even remember dark because last night seen an old invitation to the last fashion show of this establishment to have. And the thing that looks out of it sticking out of the stock market from heavily on customer card. In Gold! So to match the appearance of this business.
Was a sight. 3 Customers five assistants. The latter put up as it would apply on the ball of the Prince outdo still Cinderella. And you were not then all helpful when it came, unmolested, the lady in the fur coat, which came shortly after us, when selecting a 30.00-€ scarves to support our owner will only say 10 minutes was wrong of any kind of speech past the coat stands. At some point, yes, it happened: A targeted Handle and the frantic search began. The part she had in her hand was already chic.
Well, Fuffi and I had to us with a couple of drunks get together (always completely blue this twenties), but whatever. The main thing they can appear in a new outfit to celebrate on Christmas Eve and we are in the office of our hearts.
And then, no, oh dear! The woman is in itself. Does not find the right size. Girlish behavior I call this As if you could not feed purely on the holidays of size 38 to size 44? Anstellerei! The Rock was still in the appropriate size there, but the sweater. Girl in question, but a seller. And since it was already. The first seller. In conversation with a good friend. Theme: "Christmas dinner". Since we will not disturb natural. So from the information, and only sometimes conspicuously inconspicuous put next to it. At some point, our owner, the maintenance of two sellers with the new Bond was then still only limited and exciting ketzerte rum "Sorry, could you help me perhaps?" Sorry, ladies' conversation thread torn, disturbed rest. And in the holy Christmas. The view was then punishing accordingly. But only until our owner has been evaluated from top to bottom. (Well ok, the Rock had with sneakers and tennis socks now, not really so amazing). The tone of the "Yes!" Was then as such. This is our owner of that sound even if it dared to ask "Do you have this sweater even in size 38" was either courageous or suicidal. In any case, came after a second look at the shoes, the expert information "The costs 150.00 euros. And another view from the top down. Which, in view of the fact that the vendor max. 1.60 m was already an art. Aha! Our owner, the very clear confirmation that the primary school teacher has her with the reading of numbers but then taught correctly. And what does it do? Turns around without a word of this assurance from the jeans and rushes out of the store. Maintenance, Stop, she can not do that. Just because she is treated like a bum in the store they can not so just go out again. And correct. It turns over. Phew. And I thought. So back to the seller by now. I would now still in the till. What a joy. Then I had to see, however, that this 180 ° turn only purpose was to release the comment "Here's my card, please remove my name immediately from your customer file. So what of our own. And the question of the seller completely astonished "Yes, why" she has also just laughed. So what rude! And so inconsiderate towards me. I now need to spend the holidays in my wallet owner and I can not even together with Fuffi annoyed. The fact is now in the office of the mulled wine.
I hope you all spend a pleasant Christmas when I was in my dark compartment and wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
IhrHunni
