What's the deal with people constantly asking me for money? I come out of my flat in the morning and am forced to take part in a hurdle race straight away. First hurdle: The train station. Before you even had a coffee, you get people making music that sounds more like the theme from 'Once Upon a Time in the West' really setting the mood for the day. But... I don't mind! At least they're trying to do something. And if you wish you can actually ignore them.
The second hurdle is already tougher: Coming down the stairs, a bunch of punks is blocking the way. Preferably sitting in front of supermarkets, cash machines or...on stairs of train stations, they ask you for spare change. And...don't worry...If you havent got any SPARE change ... they also take credit cards, direct debit or notes.
Finally I make it in the tube.
And..we're not done yet: A guy, gets his guitar out as soon as the traindoors have closed, letting the beatles turn in their grave by playing something that resembles 'Let it be'.
By the time I arrive at work, I am ready for a coffee and check my purse if I have enough money left for my lunch.
I'm ok. But hey..I ve forgotten..its birthday time! Right before lunch somebody opens the door, collecting for Biggys birthday. Who the hell is Biggy?!
So far the minimum expense for getting up is 6.30 Euros and I didn't even have lunch!
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