I am convinced that it is my personal fate of the "patient".
No matter where I queue, it's the wrong line.
At the hardware store I only have an aluminum stick, at the checkout only one in front of me, but their EC card refuses to work and not enough cash ... endlessly!
At the butcher's: Order in front of me: 8 normal meat loaf rolls, 2 with hot mustard, 3 with sweet mustard, 3 with ketchup, and 2 chili meat loaf rolls, pack separately and put the individual invoice in each bag...forever!
Bank statements County Savings Bank in Lochham.
"Currently out of service." Great, back to Bahnhofstrasse!
Pet shop: in front of me a man with dog treats and finally the bag of treats: "Didn't you weigh them?" No, he didn't, so back to the weighing.
The bag is mixed filled - with different prices.
Disassemble, weigh individually….
thinking about getting me a chair!
Quickly buy some cigarillos: in front of me lottery player with 5 slips, first win check, hooray a win of 11.50 euros, payout, then 5 new tickets, one filled out incorrectly ... maybe I'll stop smoking!
Supermarket, deliberately chosen the longer queue.
Already three before me, the product cannot be scanned, dreaded announcement into the microphone: "Checkout 1 please!" But then it works.
In front of me an elderly lady with plenty of products.
“67.23 euros!” “Payback?
With a card?” asks the cashier.
"Neither young man," she replies, "I've been paying in cash my whole life when I go shopping!" Counts the bills, the small change, "I have the 23 cents" and says with a smile, "I probably don't have much time left , but definitely that much.” I was sure that this time I was in the right queue.
By Florian Ernstberger
