How do you German people do it? Seriously? How do you deal with German people?
I’m just trying to put my bottles into this bottle returning machine and get my small deposit back. That’s it. It’s not that difficult, but OF COURSE the machine is full and needs to be emptied, and OF COURSE I have to go tell the person that the machine needs emptying and OF COURSE they throw a fit.
“Can you wait one minute?”
And OF COURSE the guy behind me is literally pressing up against me because he apparently believes that invading my personal space is gonna get this thing emptied faster, so he’s pressing up against me, sighing deeply in a state of verbal disappointment, all the while looking around at the ceiling as if to say with his eyes, I’m not consciously pressing up against you, I’m just minding own damn business and the universe is moving me in my righteous path and you happen to be in MY way and the universe says you’re not moving fast enough, and since you’re not moving fast enough I can just press myself against you and meanwhile, little miss throw a fit can I wait a minute is no where to be seen.
Can I wait a minute?
Apparently I can wait 20 minutes which is how long it’s taking, while she deals with all the little supermarket chores she can find to do before she gets to the the full machine, because apparently I need to suffer a little for ruining her precious life. Every bad decision she’s ever made means nothing compared to me asking her to empty the bottle machine. IT’S NOT MY FAULT LADY! I didn’t make you get this shitty job, in this shitty neighborhood with a bunch of shitty kids with mustaches demanding you do your job with their shitty German.
It’s not my fault.
You act like I just threw 400 bottles in this machine personally. You act like I’ve been saving bottles for weeks and weeks in the hope that when it fills up, you’ll be there, and I’ll get the joy of my life running over to you and saying in my worst German ever,
“Der Machine ist ful. Der Machine ist ful. Der Machine ist ful. SNELL SNELL SNELL!”
“Die Machine, and it’s spelled Maschine in German.”
WHAT? NOW YOU’RE CORRECTING MY GERMAN ON A BLOG I’M WRITING?
It’s not my fault lady. I swear. I’m not speaking wrong German on purpose. For that matter it’s not my fault you are German.
Seriously, how do you German people deal with this shit for one euro and eighty five cents.