Enthirnt

The unworthy gaijin and his absent brain, a tragedy in three acts.

Act 1: The Why

So the unworthy traveler turned up at the hotel yesterday pretty exhausted, because he had miscalculated his time a little with this extensive hedge tour, the concentration of the unnecessary presence had dropped very, very significantly in the last hour and he was glad that he could finally mount his noble steed and rub cream on his sore, magnificent buttocks.

Quick check-in, off to the little room, let your brain smoke out, take a shower, write the blog for your most valuable readers, plan the tour for the next day, book a room, listen to some talkative asshole and his stupid old woman, with her scratchy voice, babbling in the next room (for ages into the night!) and then finally fall asleep.

Act 2: The Why

The dishonorable Gaijin opened his beautiful little eyes in the morning and further discovered that where the stomach used to reside, a fat hole had been incarnated, which implied the following:

Let's go and get some food so that these miserable, growling stomach dogs finally shut their damn mouths (the writer only tries to put something in the feeding hatch once a day)

Afterwards, we took a quick digestive chill in the chamber, because a full belly doesn't like to travel and the rotating gastric juices do their thing and at some point the time has come for the magnificent ass to start moving.

But suddenly there was a problem where the bertasche key should have been the solution...

Act 3: The old man go fuck himself, you brainless idiot

Well then, we searched the little room, but the key master didn't fly away.

Demented as the brainless Schreibermeier is, he surely left the metal jump start in his pocket, that would have happened one or two times...

With relatively moderate nerves, we head to the check-out and there it is, the noble horse...

BUT WITHOUT A KEY!

Well then, you trot back to the reception as quickly as a pebble and ask again to be allowed into the room, no sooner than up there and everything is turned around, but

STILL NO FUCKING KEY!

Now things are slowly but surely getting exciting!

Sweating and cursing, I went back to reception and asked whether there was a key with a cloverleaf lying around and sure enough, the thing was lying next to their monitor.

The brainless, exhausted Gaijin had simply left it lying around the evening before and the idiot hadn't missed it...

Ah yes...

The travels of the unnecessarily present and other key things like that, the highly attentive, highly intelligent and most wonderful reading circle members already know that, right?

A really crappy start to the day, but today was a really easy-going day and the roads were just a relatively wide, winding dream in grey and green.

...and in the evening I treated myself to something nice.