Went to the old hat factory to see about getting some hats - thanks to the (hat) tip I got on the forum. The factory is de facto destroyed, no production at all, just like the rest of the industry in transitionated countries. Someone bought the buildings to use them as storage space. They are selling off the old stock, and I went to pick some hats for me. Hats (real hats, with a rim, pretty much fedora like is what I had in mind) can't be bought anywhere anymore, unless you know a place, not in this town. Specially with my oversized head - size 61. Picked me a dark blue and a brown one. The seller lady turned out to be our neighbor across, just couple of houses down the street.
I couldn't take them immediately, as they can't take cash, it has to be paid to a clerk at their bank (not too far), so I just put my two hats aside and then she will pick two more for herself tomorrow, and go and pay.
OTOH, I'm presently absent from the ppp, just got greatly pissed off at yet another lynch mob yelling at me for some perceived nuisance that I have become, only because I agreed with someone else that the complaints to moderators about the sports subforum merit a separate topic. The originator went unnoticed, I got a ton of bricks on me.
So I went for a bit of forever (one forever on the forum lasts about nine days, it's a unit of measure). Today, the guy who irritated me most started a topic calling me back... writing perfectly correct cyrillic, and a bunch of others chimed in. Even got a bunch of emails from a few personae, calling me back, confessing that it was me who convinced them to go back to grammar and proper alphabet... But then, they weren't around during the attack, didn't dare raise their voice on the spot, only privately.
Well, just when I took the thing seriously and began to wonder whether I really became a grumpy old fart.
From email to njalter:
Here today I took daughter for no reason to keep me company while I buy fivesix of technical trifles (woodworker's vise, grinder and a few other things) and I bought nothing. Because those 'pecialized shops work shorter. One was open, but their tools department closes at 16:00 :palmtoforehead:
At least I sweetly made huge eyes at one who parked his yugo right in front of my nose on the bicyclers' path. Just watching him so, meaneyedsergely... he embarrassed, but didn't answer when I asked him how much was this patch of pavement, dashed into the shop.
Matter of factly I adjusted completely, as if we never left, and the key element for the right atmosphere, brokeness, may better remain absent and let it spoil the image, high figh experience is not really a necessity to me, I'm a bit aged for such things.
5-VII-2012 - 31-X-2025