"Where were you?" Asks Mr Doorman.
"shopping," I reply.
"Shopping?" He frowns. "I think you hate shopping?"
"Yes."
"If you had said something ..."
I wave. If I had said Mr Doorman, that we have a the need for new cable amplifier, he would have stormed the music store and sold out. In addition, the shopping has become quite funny, since we're back. The Coop in Zappadonghausen reminds namely the GDR. Or my idea of a shop in the GDR. The shelves are missing always things, sometimes so many that I finally know, looks like a store for a sack. I really wanted to write to the Coop, too. I filled out the online Forumular good and send it wanted. That was not. Maybe my computer's fault. Perhaps the website of the Coop. I do not care. were probably too busy but so terribly so, hundreds of products to make cheaper, that they forgot delivering thereat. Or do they save on staff. Also I do not really care. If I am asked for a Super Card (Coop) or Cumulus card (Migros), makes no difference. Why am I more often - when I feel like I filled shelves - look at Migros. At best it is anyway in the music store.
"Come, let's go take a dip in the practice room," I say to Mr Doorman.
"reminds me ...", he begins.
I think the new booster cables in the air.
"Oh, you were already there." He did not quite work, to hide his disappointment.
"Yes," I say.
"As you would be the same ..."
"Another time, I promise.
In panic room, I put the cable into the amp and my guitar, hit all the switches to on ... KRWMCH ... Ah, this is music!
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