Posted Nov. 11, 2015, 1:33 a.m. By rebohars
Once I came out of the store with all my things, undetected by that unpleasant person or acquaintance, I drove away from there as fast as I could. A narrow escape. It wasn't that bad but I was tired and didn't feel like talking to anyone. You know what that's like. Three people like that in one day is enough. I just wanted to home, but first I went to this Danish grocery store. This store is an experience in itself. You must move some empty boxes, rotten oranges and wilted broccoli before you find the real treasures.