I dumped some garbage today. I don’t like garbage in the place. It reeks of hoarders. My garbage goes into an underground container right across from the big butt and beautiful cathedral that The Big City is famous for. After I dump my garbage, I always either lean against the wall of the library or sit on a window ledge belonging to the library. And I look at the cathedral.
So, I am sitting on a window ledge, looking at the cathedral, minding my own business, and a younger man walks by and says to me in Dutch that I look like shite . I don’t think I looked like shite- although I do need a touch up on my hair. And I responded in Dutch, saying thank you.
He walked on, muttering very loudly.
Moral of the story : do not dump your garbage in the city center an hour and a half before the Dutch team is playing in the World Cup. I should have known better.