Holidays are much like Sundays in Germany. They are sacred, quiet days. You must rest. No stores are open. You must be QUIET! Our poor movers, who are Dutch, were unaware of this holiday. Their managers knew, but failed to inform them, so their morning went something like this...
They learned of this holiday. They learned that you cannot drive your big truck on the highway on such holidays. Literally. The police will get you. You cannot work today. So they had to take all back roads. Only to arrive at Kapellstrasse and find that the space they had reserved for their massive truck could not be reserved on a holiday.
|Simon is oblivious - just playing happily.|