So, I think everyone and their mother knows that I spent 11 months abroad in Germany as a nanny. I decided I needed to write it down..journal it. So, I can look back and remember. Well it was a long long time ago 1991/1992. I thought I would write about my handbag. It was a Louis V bag the smallest one they sell. I got it because I thought I would look cool carrying it around in Walnut Creek. I must say I used to be a material girl. Anyway, I took this bag with me to Germany. I would keep it in my backpack and kept my gold disco wallet, the key to the house I was a nanny at and my bus pass. It's all you need when traveling in Gottingen. Oh and of course a WARM jacket. Anyway, took just the purse on the bus going somewhere and I left the purse on the bus. It was odd because I had my bus pass that day that I discovered it was missing. I was going to the Volkshochshule which is like ESL, but it was GSL. Before going to class I would always stop by the same bakery and buy one of those huge warm pretzels. Oh my gosh I could never be able to do that now. So, I order my pretzel from the chunky German lady. She tells me how much it costs. So, I reach into my backpack and I realize my purse is missing. I tell her in German "I'm sorry I have lost my handbag" Well that is what I thought I was saying. What I told her was " I am sorry I have lost my handtowel". Oh that chunky lady was livid. She yells at me and says " No, You Did Not Lose Your Handtowel ! You lost your Hand Bag !" !!! I obviously didn't speak that great of German. So, I go to my class and then get on the bus on the way home. I decided to get enough courage to ask the bus driver if he had a way of finding out if my handbag was missing. So, he calls the main office and asks them if they have seen it. They had seen it. They ask him to ask me about the contents and I told them. They ask me if there is a box of matches from Husam and I said "Yes". So, the bus driver drives me to the main office and then is kind enough to drive me home. I was so impressed with his act of kindness compared to the Chunky Bakery Employee. Just one of my many stories to share about being a nanny.....
2 comments:
I hate being yelled at in foreign countries. I always start crying. I hope you took the pretzel and ran.
That was such a cute story. I like your blog. It's really such a better way to keep up with you than FB.
That is amazing that someone turned in your bag. Just goes to show that not everyone is a thief. Even if that is how most people think. I would've turned in your bag too.
Happy endings are always nice.
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