Karen gets Brötchen – Marktplatz 11

The Schlimmste, was my morning passion can: In the Schlange beim Bäcker steht for my raised Karen. It’s a Schreck applied to Weckle-Weiber. They say: “I am very happy…” or “Für mich bitte…”, without any explanation of the reasons behind the purchase: “I got three weeks and two eggs!” Aber die Brezeln extra! Karen kept Salzkorn busy with Teigling’s disappearance, and the Weckle would never turn brown again. Karen didn’t have time, if it happened once, things would go wrong. Karen doesn’t have any small money, like the Portemonnaie ab. Am Schlimmsten aber: Karen doesn’t feel like washing or smiling for good care. Not for other Leute in der Schlange, not for the Verkäuferin and not for the little Mädchen, this wise hinge has fallen. It is not that Mittel goes against Karen, but it is not one of the most surprising Höflichkeit. Gestern wants to place a bread order for Karen with an amount of 50 euros. The Verkäuferin is a friend of the Cent-Betrag in Münzen and Karen. And so. And so. And my Laune is getting worse and worse. When I am in the Reihe, the fehlenden put a cent on the Money Counter and the Seller shouts: “Passt!” Darauf Karen: “No, das gehort ihm.” I am sage, that I am the one who gives them cents. “Das geht nicht. Nachher wollen Sie noch was dafür!” In Gottes Namen! If you live and think, my dad was never said to be: “Man recognizes the Esel daran, that is what the Pferdeverstand feels like.” And what I’m thinking about is Karen galloping. Two people are poor and a whole lot of money is available, which means that the purchaser will receive it.