Eijentlisch'm happy yes ne fröhlische Minsche, but this year I had absolutely no mood for Carnival. The day had started well - with an unexpected phone call from a friend who was with the question where I just woke up because in my brain a flood of Questions unanswered, perplexing thoughts and confused confusion caused. And although I do not even understand my mouth said, without first asking me all these weird and useless things in the handset of my phone. You, on the other hand, was apparently funny, what did not escape me but my brain is still growing and overwhelmed. Well. Even if you can not understand the whole, I was certainly well on its way there to make me a fool. To a cross between an orang utan and a chimpanzee to be exact, but unfortunately I asked the only fixed when I finally hung up.
Only the monkey costume was missing. Actually she had only a very simple, Yes, so called the obvious reason. It was Fettdonnesrtag (the name here in Aachen for Women's Carnival - and I find plenty of stupid) and I should go just come along and celebrate. I had not understood at this moment so unfortunately, and also may not understand, because after two weeks Extremchemieundmathepaukerei had my brain the words "Celebrate," "Drink," "drinking" and especially "Carnival" and "Costume "almost completely erased. Instead, I ask them how a totally plastered Karnevalsaffe whether to call for her birthday. Häääh? I was even there when they celebrated ... in just a few months! (Idiot)
After this phone call I knew it, however: "Today is damn carnival" Once I had this fact was noted aware to me that I wanted to go with Heiko in the cafeteria, and the Carnival of planning may way could stand. Determines all dining halls were closed because the cafeteria cashier had been at least a week, the revelers charts on the little tape recorder that is high in the till and down too. So I called to Heiko, Heiko looked in the canteen booklets, open all cafeterias except Mensa Easy II, ie 14 clock in front of the cafeteria at the main building.
order two of the said canteen was of course nothing more easy. For us in any case. For besides louder Wed laass de Dom in Kölle - Music and the drunk is a laughing stock, it seemed to moving in this canteen to give nothing. The wheat can also replace a half a loaf, as I the clown in front of the cafeteria almost "announced", helped us both, of course, not thirsty no more. Great party. Super. Shit carnival. After a short tour around the city, we found that the canteen booklets had lied. Of course, all dining halls were closed! (I knew it: the cashier is really into carnival) So pizza in Pont Street, in the course of these were even more fun celebrating bang heads around. Shit carnival.
I decided So after the pizza to drag me in the quiet university library back to me there devoted to the mathematics further. A good idea. Here were all normal. So I finally survived the day that had started it already so bizarre. Apart from a treatment period Invasion of the library by drunken followers, one of me (this year) as a stupid tradition felt I could not stop them here the last 3 by attribute at RWTH made math exams on time. Only reason my regular look at the clock reminded me instantly because I really still wanted to buy yes. As feared, even by me, was my "favorite store", minus the stupid clock since 13:30 closed. It was pretty clear. It was a quarter to eight - I must admit that I was to blame - so I had to quickly find another supermarket, had open on that day. Fortunately, I was riding a bicycle, which enabled me Delhaize (do not ask me how to pronounce that name correctly) to reach in time. In Delhaize I found everything needed something, and even quite surprisingly, the anti-fat-Teflon pans brush, which I had in the red have to search in vain. At the checkout, order at eight clock, it was my turn to be the penultimate customer. A nervous-looking young man came out of bills. He gave a receipt in his hand and claimed hectic something wrong with the billing not. I could see the really nice cashier who like myself in their place only wanted to close their office, the anger in the face. Easily irritated, but controlled and to prevent any link from scanning my Teflon pans, brush, she asked him what they still owe him for. His answer was both amusing, angering, and for strict economic moralists perhaps admirable! No, they owe him absolutely nothing that he would be, liable to pay her all of 70 cents. In the face of the young cashier was now no such thing as pity and amusement at the same time written. She held the position probably the funniest and dumbest Anmache her life as a cashier. Fortunately I quickly had everything packed in my backpack, because I almost could not stop laughing ... You should have seen the guy when he moved out of the 70 cents!
I was relieved. This morning I had the monkey. But there were worse people. "True" troubled idiot!
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