I was with my old friend Robert in Cologne arranged for dinner. Who knows Cologne, knows the problem of finding a suitable parking for a Maybach. My driver had again reported sick, it was like a gold bar on the foot while cleaning out the trunk on my Maserati, so I had myself behind the wheel.
The parking space unfortunately took longer than expected, ultimately, a friendly Eastern Europeans declared at the main station ready to take care of for the duration of my dinner on my car in the restricted parking zone in front of Mc Donalds. For safety reasons, if a traffic warden called I was stuck but leave the key, he would then take a stroll around the block and come back to the parking lot. I gave him 500 euros, so that he could buy something small to eat in the American food chain, and promised to be back in two hours.
Unfortunately, my friend Robert had already eaten, and the local castle straight. So I had a bad, apparently very popular for proletarians Kölsch pub with brewery, take a snack to me. The Count felt a slight feeling of hunger. Justament when my food, I call it this way, my dog gets übrigends also food was brought, took the next table, a bowling club from Cologne-Nippes (as there must furchtbar- the people live) space.
This bowling club also had a name, which was written on cheap cuffs as well as lots style shirts. He was called "Drieß op dä Kall". How primitive ...
I bit just in this disgusting burger than me a lady at the next table and spied losrief loudly: "Na Jung, warste on Malle Häss jo jleiche the clock as like me?."
A shock went through my noble blue-blooded body. When I was again fairly clear to me, I saw the mischief. Contributed but all members of this primitive association also has a Rolex Daytona in gold. "Hann mer for 50 Euros in the Schinkenstrasse the colored people, which is always so funny, buy. Are you?" roared the teased through the hall.
I have had enough. As for going out of this gathering of primitiveness even the doorman asked me if he could buy my Rolex for 50 euros, I tore my precious part of tanned Maldives arm and threw the clock a homeless man in passing into the hat. This called me afterwards: "Take your Mallorca crap again, am not the garbage disposal!"
To top it all the mischief-friendly Eastern Europeans had disappeared at the central station, and with it my Maybach. My friend Robert promised, however, to go the next Monacaaufenthalt with me in a trendy known only among connoisseurs jewelery shop called Lidl. Because it'd give the trendiest watches between Monaco and Marbella. I'm curious, so a cheaper alarm clock as the Daytona does not come to the castle to me.
