THE SLIMY MAN, THE FEMININE LIAR, PROFITEER

 

My ears are itching. Quickly grab a marker with caps on the ends or a long hairpin to poke around in them. Doesn't help, it always itches more. Oh, I see propolis on my windowsill, an oily substance in which I dip my cotton balls and then twist them in my ear. It doesn't help much, the bottle is almost empty. 

It's Saturday, isn't it? I can quickly pop in to see Rebekka, the pharmacist, with her blonde hair and youthful appearance and always a mocking smile around her mouth. I quickly get in my car and drive there, it's about 2.5 km, near the sun and then turn left at the lights . The green pharmacy cross shines at me. But there are no parking spaces left and everything is full on Saturday morning, with everyone rushing to get something before the long November weekend. Was it an unexpected rush or just coincidence? I can't find a parking space, so I park along the street, right on the grass, in front of the sculptural trunk of a plane tree. I hurry to the pharmacy, because first come, first served, or so I thought. 

I peek through the dark glass of the entrance door, but there are already five people waiting in front of me. It starts to rain, drizzle, fine rain, trickling onto my hair. Fortunately, there is a canopy, a wide overhang on her house. I don't stay in the driveway, but take shelter under the overhang. A fat, broad woman, heavy and banal, Venus de Milo-like, a worm-like figure with a small upper body, small head and broad, flared sides is also waiting. She came after me. ‘I just need to pick something up, it's paid for,’ she says, opens the door and goes in front. I have to say it: 'Everyone has to wait their turn, but keep quiet. Maybe. What does it matter? If that's the way it is, I'm willing to be patient, turn a blind eye, not stand on my toes, not nitpick the letter of the law. 

She joins the others waiting inside. Suddenly, a young woman comes and stands next to me against the wall under the canopy. Her eyes are sparkling. I speak to her. She is alert, smiles constantly and engages in conversation with me. She is not from around here, but was driving past and decided to quickly pick up her purchase here. Soon, people leave the shop and I finally decide to go inside. Corona is still rampant, so staying outdoors as long as possible is a better solution. 

The fat primal woman is busy with Rebekka. She casually does her shopping, asking for a cream here, an ointment there, for her daughter. It takes about fifteen minutes of chatter, and then she pays. Where is the so-called collection and payment that was supposed to happen in advance? All cleverly devised to get ahead, cunning woman, dishonest queue jumper, disloyal liar, fat arse! Is that what people are like??? Am I a naive honesty freak or a gullible loyal pigeon... grape ? No, I'd rather be decent to my fellow human beings than a cunning five-minute opportunist, a false snake without any sense of loyalty. Is that what people are like???