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Just wanted to share this little story with you because it is pretty funny though I am the victim. 
Last weekend, I drove to my home town to visit my mom and one of the things I did was to harvest our apple trees in the Garden. While I was doing this, a fucking apple fell from the tree and hit me on the forehead and it resulted in a nice goose egg.
Sunday, I drove back home and later to a small city an hour away from Frankfurt to an Hotel because I was about to visit a Seminary on Monday. It was an Hotel booked over Work and it wasn't the cheapest one. The way they looked at me when I came to the reception was priceless. Guys with gigantic goose eggs on their forehead is NOT their every day view I assumed. The sheer amount of business guys I saw in nice and shiny suits supported this theory.
Later that evening, I ordered something to eat and they brought it to my room. Somehow I managed to pour the entire salad plate over myself and I had dozens of grease spots all over my trousers and Sweat shirt. And guess what: I didn't have another trouser or Sweeat shirt to change with me because I knew I will be home again one day later already.
So on monday, I entered the seminary and saw a room full of Bankers where most came (to my surprise) with full costumes aka suits and ties. In the opposite there was me, with a goose egg on my forehead and salad sauce all over my sweat shirt and trousers. First thing I did was to tell everybody that I normally DON'T look this way but the entire day, they treated me like I have Leprosy.
To make that day round, I made another bad move. When I arrived on Sundya, the Hotel parking lot was packed so I parked the car not really close to the Hotel. In the lunch break I thought it's a good idea to park it closer so I can get home faster after the Seminary is over. Bad idea. When I came back to the Seminary in the evening, the Engine was only making weird noises but the motor didn't start anymore. I called a repair service and waited one and a half hours for the guy to arrive. He checked his database and told me, the car model I am driving is well known for flooding if only driven for a few meters. Good he knew it, I didn't. Gotta love days like this. Thanks God he was able to start my car again so I didn't need to rent one lol.
Last weekend, I drove to my home town to visit my mom and one of the things I did was to harvest our apple trees in the Garden. While I was doing this, a fucking apple fell from the tree and hit me on the forehead and it resulted in a nice goose egg. Sunday, I drove back home and later to a small city an hour away from Frankfurt to an Hotel because I was about to visit a Seminary on Monday. It was an Hotel booked over Work and it wasn't the cheapest one. The way they looked at me when I came to the reception was priceless. Guys with gigantic goose eggs on their forehead is NOT their every day view I assumed. The sheer amount of business guys I saw in nice and shiny suits supported this theory.
Later that evening, I ordered something to eat and they brought it to my room. Somehow I managed to pour the entire salad plate over myself and I had dozens of grease spots all over my trousers and Sweat shirt. And guess what: I didn't have another trouser or Sweeat shirt to change with me because I knew I will be home again one day later already.
So on monday, I entered the seminary and saw a room full of Bankers where most came (to my surprise) with full costumes aka suits and ties. In the opposite there was me, with a goose egg on my forehead and salad sauce all over my sweat shirt and trousers. First thing I did was to tell everybody that I normally DON'T look this way but the entire day, they treated me like I have Leprosy.
To make that day round, I made another bad move. When I arrived on Sundya, the Hotel parking lot was packed so I parked the car not really close to the Hotel. In the lunch break I thought it's a good idea to park it closer so I can get home faster after the Seminary is over. Bad idea. When I came back to the Seminary in the evening, the Engine was only making weird noises but the motor didn't start anymore. I called a repair service and waited one and a half hours for the guy to arrive. He checked his database and told me, the car model I am driving is well known for flooding if only driven for a few meters. Good he knew it, I didn't. Gotta love days like this. Thanks God he was able to start my car again so I didn't need to rent one lol.
I look like a Hooligan atm. 
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