A Little Night Music 
Gesine When asked: "Can you tell me and my friends go to the airport?" I would already have to be suspicious. One or two times a year the ladies made a trip. City tours with fashion shows and shopping, something of that nature that is nothing what you would necessarily take a normal man. But go to the airport? That sounded like the duty of a gentleman and husband, you had to make honorable.
The ladies had chosen this time of Salzburg as a destination. "There is also the birthplace of Mozart," gushed Gesine. "Did you know?" The tone of your question reminded me away and inconvenient to displacement worthy moments of my school career. But of course I knew that with Mozart. What I was not, however, knew what Mozart has to do with fashion and shopping. Probably it was a red herring. Cost of scores would not show up on my credit card bill is almost certain probability.
But first, the ladies had to get her plane back, Mozart, fashion ago. And it's all had not been so bad if it were not these damned low cost. Hell, they may devour! The ladies had in fact paid for an additional price advantage of as much as 12 euros, with a departure time of 04.50 clock.
04.50 Clock!
This not only sounds quite early but after all, the night tends to be that time already coming to an end. Now, however, the departure time, only the head of a nights devouring monster. Once this monster rises out of the woodwork, to read on his body in gruesome blood-red letters, that one has to be at least one hour before departure at the airport. With a journey time of half an hour from the apartment to the terminal, this means: 03.20 Departure time clock. Arrival of the ladies between 02.30 und 03.00 clock, because punctuality is well known, the courtesy of the Queens.
Well, first you could just assume that everything is not so bad, because you at this time still languishing half asleep and as the overall travel rush, associated with loud articulated views on the dangers of the upcoming circumnavigation of the globe, in a reasonably tolerable limits holds.
As I said, that one might suspect. As you know, but Gesine's friends badly! 02.30
counter clock was hit by a wave of high frequency vowel sounds of our quiet home, and I began to think about now desperately what I would do to the drive physically and mentally to survive reasonably intact. Presumably it was the time that it took almost ten seconds, until I remembered my last birthday present. A piece of manna, which had assigned me a compassionate observer of the sky engineer, a trap fallen into the Gesine, was by asked me, "What do you wish for actually birthday is always so difficult to find something for you You've got it all!"
No way!
But in this case I had not objected to, but I just wanted a stereo headphone.
And although one with external noise attenuation. Designed for luxury sedans. Special microphones pick up the ambient noise and lock it with sound waves, mirror-image frequency. The result: perfect peace.
So I took the headphones into the car, plugged it into the radio, pretending to be able to better listen to traffic reports so that we can indeed arrive on time at Einträfen airfield. Half an hour my brain floating in a sea of peace, even if I could see in the mirror that my lips constantly moving passengers inside.
This paradisiacal state came to an end when we arrived at the airport. Of necessity, I had the headphones and sit in the car behind, so I could go to the ladies with your luggage at hand.
prevailed in the terminal building as a company in New Delhi during rush hour. Apparently there are other bargain hunters came upon the idea of time into money. A sea of urban explorers flugwütigen surged at the counters. When the ladies finally by Gesine and fought to the correct switch had, I wish a lot of fun and intended to leave the battlefield quickly. Unfortunately I was not very far.
"Wait, you gotta help us!" Gesine was run after me and held me by the arm.
Why oh why had I left the headphones in the car?
"Edel is overweight," called Gesine.
That was me even noticed it, but why they came up with this problem just me?
"Your suitcase is too heavy," she added Gesine.
Oh, the case likewise.
"And now they must pay fees," said Gesine further.
"is Well, they do so," I suggested naively. I looked
Gesine reproachfully. "We're also already come. But while it has little cash." The
interested me now, at least technically. "Not enough cash? Uh, how much weight because of the suitcase?"
"27 kilos," said Gesine proud.
27 kilos? Salzburg for three days? And how Edeltraud Lyskirchen had this monster car switches can carry up to? Made the secret bodybuilding? The respect for this kind of performance has grown almost as fast as the desire for the headphones.
"Then you lend it the money," I said gently.
Gesine put her fists on her hips. "You think you're very wise? We have not enough either. Else would indeed, but her purse in the trunk, and is already checked. "
Ah, finally it was out! They wanted my money. That would be a bitter disappointment." I have none, just my wallet. Finally, I only want back to bed. "
Gesine looked at me, as do the television commissioners if they had a flaw in the alibi found a serial killer." In your wallet but also your debit card, "she said triumphantly.
Oh dear. escape was not possible. You had me. So on to the next ATM. Here, however, is deceptive, the word "next". I was about 10 minutes in a light trot on the road until I found one. Fortunately, he was not defective.
When I returned several minutes later in the departure hall, I found them surprisingly empty. Where a quarter of an hour had previously ruled the sheer chaos, now there was disquieting silence. Somewhat surprising to see especially since neither Gesine and her ladies were Edeltraud Lyskirchen monster suitcase. And would at least have to be since.
It took less than three minutes, until I found a few short conversations with local guide, the error: I was in Wing C. Lufthansa and so on. Gesine and the apocalyptic armies were in wing A. The ATM in the wings as wrong direction. Can happen at the time. So round, march! Unfortunately
saw it in the A wing from now also be similar to wing C. Where were all the people? After all, there was one important difference: Edel Lyskirchen and her bags were still there. The lady looked towards me motionless, and I noticed a sharp crease between her eyebrows.
"Ah, Mrs. Lyskirchen! Where are the other ladies?"
What was meant as friendly and interested in looking back was light trains of irony.
woman Lyskirchen namely strict with the thumb pointed toward the gate. "They're sitting now on a plane to Salzburg," she said quietly dangerous. My heart
terrible. "What is it, without you?"
Her face spoke volumes; but they also dressed him in words, "Sorry you were not so early enough back with the money!"
desperately I tried to be clear about the consequences, but could not. "And now?" I asked why a loss.
She looked at me intently. "Well, your wife said I should not worry. Since you have screwed up there, would you make it up again and take me by car to Salzburg."
My mental paralysis was only cleared up when I tried to move her bags anyway. And when I was finally pumped out completely behind the wheel, I was able to celebrate at least two tiny partial success. First, I managed to Edel Lyskirchen to convince them that you are in the rear lifted safer than the front seat, see especially on such a long drive, and then they still had that traffic information are to listen with headphones simply more reliable.
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(c) 2010 Julius Moll / cologne-Prussian editing facility.
