Two policemen, a Fox and a scattered rose
Friday, May 21st, 2010A colleague of mine is the middle of writing her thesis. That reminded me of the time I just had mine off. Here is an old column of the old box, which I had posted about it on Facebook.
June 3, 2007, 22:42
Finally ready ..
There are days that you do not know what madness you yourself need. This weekend for example. A few days before I had the draft of my thesis (officially thesis) submitted. I am the last few months, with a few exceptions, every Friday, Saturday and Sunday working on something. I was so accustomed to that "single focus" last Friday that I did not know what I would do that day.
My house was a pigsty become large, the administration of two months had piled into a tower of Pisa in a corner of my office in my bathroom and kept the mountain almost all the sunlight outside. But I myself was a big pile rubbish become - I was really tired and my head turned away, I still claims that I had included my thesis. Friday did not think me really well and I eventually the world around me disappear with a book and a glass of wine.
That this was not enough for my overheated brain, revealed today.
I had gone to the city for one year-30-dress for my party to buy (he is SO cool!) And was finally you go shopping, because it remains one of the better ways to relax. Unless I thought while I was wearing jeans fitting that my bike did not lock. I was frightened and did not know how fast game that I had to come out of fitting room. Outside my bike was indeed no cursing, and I walked into the store and then at least the jeans and jacket to start calculating that I had taken my bike.
Shop with my results, I walked toward the road and tram I met two policemen against (agentjes, actually). I told them the story and they advised me to report to do on the desk. Although only 8% of all stolen bikes returned to the owner, seemed a better idea than my bike all the way to give.
As I walked with them, I tried to remember all kinds of features of the bike. "Uh yeah, that bubble, there's a red and white sticker on it and is something that begins with a B." The brand of my bike? Uh ... something with a P? ". The only thing I was conclusively describe the color (typical example of a woman with amnesia yes).
Suddenly I was face to face with my trusty bicycle. There he stood in the alley where I had put himself, and another neat locked. How I got there I unlocked my bike and had done for the store was based, I would not t really know. I know I'm so relieved! If I do not take that two policemen had gone to the office, I went home by tram and not walked past the alley where my conscious turquoise bike lock was waiting for me. And with this memory of mine, I ask myself seriously off the alley when I reminded him.
So sometimes you have to some agents who do their work, although the chance that something sensible comes out only 8%.
If any of you ever looking evening dress, scribble me, I'll tell you what you can do great bargains in The Hague. And if you hear me say again what is ugly about the police (for example the cow, er agent, which I gave a fine of 50 euros for a red light cycle), but then just remember this story about two police officers and an alley.
