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Ill dissipation (self-braided, unsolicited basket)

is all the terrible day when we will gesiezt the first time by young people from their own peer group. One would like to ask now the nearest retirement home for asylum, but at least run to the doctor to begin with check-ups, is as old one before it. When this first happened Gesiezt are also a student pub, one can disturb the very beautiful. If the whole thing - to have put a lead on it --- in a basket, you think of spontaneous suicide. And if that happened? Guess!

George and I were sitting in the center of our city sponsored event University town. Yes, exactly, this mixing thing a pub, community center and cinema that there is anywhere where there are role-playing groups and Latin American cultural associations. In our case it was the "warehouse" in Osnabrück. It was an evening, as we had plenty of 1998/99, we drank our wheat beers and enjoyed the young ladies running around. The little red-haired waitress that I had seen often in the cafeteria at noon, came up to us and placed the evil question:

If you both drink too little?

That's it. Nothing would ever be the same again. The little red-haired waitress had gesiezt me. Like a sledge hammer hit me in front of the frontal lobes, the plural form of address in the third person. I was so taken aback that showed my articulator light lepers and I somewhat vaguely asked

Siezt you tell me in the cafeteria?

Except that all those present (and George - the little red-haired waitress - in particular) have understood:

you see me in the cafeteria?

first I did not understand why George was sitting at one with his mouth open and looked at me as if I had just tried to dig up the little red-haired waitress must - though I was still in good hands, then. It dawned me, but the sentence was said and she had even understood me wrong.

She was also amazed. Asked back:

you study it?

Phew, there it was again, the "you". Anyway. Nevertheless, from then on everything went down the drain:

Yes, computer linguistics.

I answered, in the vague hope of being able to salvage something. But that was futile, the decision was made:

Ugh!

she said and disappeared.

the little red-haired waitress I had then, of course, often seen in the cafeteria. Me probably. But she never gave a friendly sign of recognition from him.

Eventually I left the city.