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The alarm clock read five past six when the annoying sound rang for the second time. An unshaven Thijs rose to his feet. Sleepily He put on his glasses and dressed himself. Before he left his house, he quickly laayed a slice of cheese on a dry cracker and put it in his mouth. He ate it while driving his old Volvo and then tried to fasten a button on his coat with one hand. He slowed down at an older man in a blue jacket with the municipality's logo on it. The man got in while he sighed deeply and said something that was supposed to sound like 'good morning'. | |||
'Good morning Herman!', Thijs said, 'Did you sleep well?' | |||
'We have to fill that shit with concrete', Herman said. | |||
Herman didn't like it when it was his turn. They drove on in silence. Thijs took them to the house of the Peters couple. | |||
The Peters had only just moved to Sloingen. They had bought the house for too much money. They came from the city and were rich. He was rich, she was particularly attractive. For the move they had a moving truck and some broad guys come. None of the supervisors saw them touch a box themselves. When he arrived at the house, Thijs knocked on the door. It was Mr. Peters who opened the door and Thijs hid his disappointment behind a poor smile. | |||
"Good morning!" Thijs said kindly. | |||
“Good morning gentlemen!” Mr. Peters said cheerfully. | |||
'And? Are you ready?' Thijs asked. | |||
"Give me a minute," said Mr. Peters, putting on a warm coat. When he stooped to pick up some shoes, he stopped. | |||
“What am I supposed to wear?” he said, then added with a raised eyebrow, “Since I don't know where we're going…” | |||
"The boots," Herman commanded from behind a hesitant Thijs. | |||
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Revision as of 13:28, 7 January 2023
The alarm clock read five past six when the annoying sound rang for the second time. An unshaven Thijs rose to his feet. Sleepily He put on his glasses and dressed himself. Before he left his house, he quickly laayed a slice of cheese on a dry cracker and put it in his mouth. He ate it while driving his old Volvo and then tried to fasten a button on his coat with one hand. He slowed down at an older man in a blue jacket with the municipality's logo on it. The man got in while he sighed deeply and said something that was supposed to sound like 'good morning'.
'Good morning Herman!', Thijs said, 'Did you sleep well?' 'We have to fill that shit with concrete', Herman said. Herman didn't like it when it was his turn. They drove on in silence. Thijs took them to the house of the Peters couple.
The Peters had only just moved to Sloingen. They had bought the house for too much money. They came from the city and were rich. He was rich, she was particularly attractive. For the move they had a moving truck and some broad guys come. None of the supervisors saw them touch a box themselves. When he arrived at the house, Thijs knocked on the door. It was Mr. Peters who opened the door and Thijs hid his disappointment behind a poor smile.
"Good morning!" Thijs said kindly. “Good morning gentlemen!” Mr. Peters said cheerfully. 'And? Are you ready?' Thijs asked. "Give me a minute," said Mr. Peters, putting on a warm coat. When he stooped to pick up some shoes, he stopped. “What am I supposed to wear?” he said, then added with a raised eyebrow, “Since I don't know where we're going…” "The boots," Herman commanded from behind a hesitant Thijs.
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