Um, this is how my day starts?

I expected today to be a busy and long day, but never did I expect it to be this complicated and annoying. Last night, right under my window, the road started to cry. Well, the water pipes under the road burst and water seeped through cracks in the middle of the road. I watched for a while as the fire department walked back and forth over the crack trying not to flood the road but at the same time trying to figure out where the water was coming from. 

This morning I was awoken by the gentle humming and sounds of a jack hammer right outside my window. At 7am. Thank you Switzerland for letting me enjoy the first day I was planning to sleep in after the excitements of the last week. Oh, but that's not all. Today people were supposed to come by to fix a problem with the pipes in our house. This is not related to the pipes bursting though. But since we no longer have water this needed to be moved. Yet still we needed to be up and presentable at 8am in order to explain the situation to the young guy that came to work on our house. 

So now that this was all cleared up we can enjoy the rest of the day, right? Wrong. Soon after we get a phone call from the grandparents, we need to pick up my grandpa, who is on crutches and swears out of his ass more than a teenager that is trying to prove his coolness to his friends. So, it's not too hard, I go alone, on the streets in Switzerland, in an area now constantly under construction, to drive around an area I don't really know my way around in a car yet. It was all fine and dandy until I get shouted at for not really knowing how to parallel park, I never learned that. Then I get shouted at for wanting to put the parking ticket in the machine, yet he says it's fine without, but not before he shouts "No" at me several times without an explanation. Then I'm not told where we're going until the last minute which can be very stressful if there is construction, people, and dozens of other things I need to keep an eye on. 

Finally, we're driving home, right? Wrong again. First, for some reason, it's necessary for my grandpa to stop by my house and, all on his crutches at about 5 steps a minute, he decides to oil the gate! Why? I don't know, I didn't think there was anything wrong with the gate. Oh, and then he starts up a friendly chat with the construction workers. That's nice, but we're waiting in the blistering heat of the car for him to get back in so we can get the hell out of there since there is food in the back from when my grandma went shopping. 

Finally, we drive home, but he doesn't tell me that. So every 5 meters I have to ask "And now? Left, right, straight ahead?" Around 3 turns later I say "Where are we going now?" "Home obviously." is his response. Ah, I see, I guess I didn't inherit the mind reading gene. Sorry gramps. 

Sorry for being a disappointment to whatever you expected of your grandchild that never bloody lived in Oerlikon. But hey, now you can go brood in your home, alone, and sad, since you just ruined the chance of me coming to visit you before I leave. 

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