Sometimes it's quite good to own a car. However, the sole reason that a so that these things happen like this, you can blog about.
The story begins a week and a half. It's Monday morning, it is seven clock, and when I come out of the house in Berlin to return to ride to Brunswick is mounting, where the day before was still my car, free parking. And doing so, and next again, and instead of the three cars there are the remains of a tree that had decided the night before you drop. What makes it just so if anything is going on Sunday evening and it is not again Will before Anne would like to talk to sleep.
My parking lot was so occupied by a tree, I could not accept it, so I called the police. Where you could help me directly: The tree had threatened to overthrow, and so they have put my car ado, I should even look in the bright street outside the house with the number 18 as it stands. And the police was right.
I think this must be vonstattengegangen Put something like this:
The success of grasping at the first attempt makes me believing that Buster Bluth operated the robotic arm. We
the Monday one week to write it. This time the car is no further right in front of the house, but a few roads. Prenzlauer Berg is clearly a parking problem. Again, it is seven clock early, and this time the car is still there, the key can not only use, because where once the castle was only still a gaping hole backfilled with waste. That's right: Someone my little Fox-car had broken down in order to steal nothing but a part of the wheel casing. Other than a few pirated CDs there was nothing else to get. Fortunately, the police
was confused already on site to capture a naked woman who held the early rush of a good time to time to run screaming through the neighborhood. The savvy police officer then explained to me directly about the Bewandnis of the steering wheel-hole through which you probably had the air bag to steal. Because this is a popular Product in the business world with the salvage agent. That you left it in my car in the attempt of theft, he explained himself by saying that the thieves were probably disturbed. I think it more likely for much, however, that if they caught sight of the still to be crank window openers pity. What makes me feel weiterführend some sympathy, for it is not ultimately the fault of Ferdinand Piech, the air bag is so incredibly expensive to steal that poor traders from the import and export industry have their spare parts? I think: Yes. And worse still to me, grab the family Winterkorn / Piëch with a deductible of 150 € in the arms need.
Which brings the story would be finished first. Since half a week I drive a car that is framed by a forensic traces hole in the driver's door by the province, which the locals like to arrange to irrem waving, if I find them park at the traffic light. Obviously, I do feel with my currently bloodshot eyes, as if I had not noticed the deplorable state when boarding. Fortunately for me, tomorrow will be a new lock installed, and also patch up the hole in the steering wheel so I can make the Berlin air bag Mafia at the weekend, appropriately restored car in the street.
What I would like to close with my new motto, actually recently as a heading graced the title of the BZ:
This explains quite a bit.
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