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a new chapter in small in large book maintained insolence

NEULICH IM SPEISEWAGEN

I regularly train and I am traumatized accordingly.
Because on every ride seems to be renewed abyss. Today, for example, I can say that I zurückbekäme for my original 50-euro ticket in case of cancellation with luck sometimes just 10 €. So I would - if I have time, for example, spontaneous delight I should break a leg or something - with significant financial detriment of the railway age. Ergo
feel I am in my personal freedom a little limited in the near future and will probably take first place distance from it to break my leg. Especially not when I have a ticket.
redound to my financial disadvantage but even without this, even the prices in the dining car, this unreal world in between, has progressed where inflation is always 20 years ahead than in the rest of the world. It is perhaps three trains passed since I ordered in this Twilight Zone actually something that made me feel happy: a tuna salad. Sure, he was quite busy with the bahnimanenten stigma of usury, but this delicious and abundant. then on the next trip, the product had not went on that stigma, but lost its taste and opulence. My confused look was probably half of the originally proffered animal between the lettuce leaves. At first I wondered, however, whether there was here no guidelines Portionierungsvorrichtungen or anything like that exist, as since it is here but ultimately negotiated by none other than the German track.
consumed with slight displeasure, I soon after tuna and salad and thought back then: Perhaps one of the friendly web staff (or in this case, at least the railway staff) at the end of his working day to take the remains home. And maybe he has four children, he must get through, and saves so here are a little tuna, there a little butter and there is an old bread. May be yes.
However, I entertained the faint hope that the family of the next smaller, and the waiter next salad would be larger again.
But far from it. The train that is driving their prices consistent: the same extent as services shrinks and stops here and the tuna salad. In fact, I had at the sight of the last disc feels as if tuna was here at best administered in homeopathic doses. In this case, this meager bit of fish, however, experienced by a professional with some tactical dished cucumber was so hidden that even the untrained eye might well have been suggest that among them JURISDICTION still a certain amount of fish. Suspicious that I raised his cucumber slices ... Perturbed by then in the bleak Blank stare of leaf lettuce.
When the waiter accidentally hit me again happened, I wanted to give him a chance, I jumped up, looked at him sharply and asked, gravely:
"Do you have children," His denial
put an end to my first theory. What then could be the reason for this bizarre continuing erosion? Advanced
fish evaporation?
or a strike of tuna in itself?
And although the train once again planning to increase their prices, I closed despicable profiteering as the cause are still outstanding.
So I breathed my tuna and asked myself but what a homeopathic therapy tuna are good well-liked. But perhaps there is out there, so something like tuna cold, a disease that I would get no more from now. Either way I'm looking forward to my next ride. Without doubt, the fish salatimanente dose will be reduced further, the dolphins are safer than ever before and the menu is tuna salad deleted and replaced by a "salad with tuna fish smell" his.