Love street cleaning of Munich,
principle, and also the times must be said, make your people a good job. That this city is full of Asis, which leave all their Wohlstandsmühl fall the most, where they are now, but ye can not nix. You can also not help it, no sooner had it in the winter time the sidewalk have scattered, the evil Captain Frost your Steingebrösel under a fair amount of snow buries.
far, so good.
After the AZ with the headline "Take away the last split," you had already set in mid-February the direction for the next few weeks, are you with your clean-up "Fight the split" also happy arrived in our street.
Too bad that when your club rather move it intellectually unarmed service. Because otherwise it can not explain who apparently speak on the morning of March 08 for an entire street by a parking prohibition signs and that for (Tusch!): the morning of March 8th! And now guess how many residents have this rather unexpected traffic-related reorientation of Justice. Right: zero!
How about if you could let the next time such a tiny little lead time? At least, say, 24 hours? So you get a day off nehmen kann, um sich in der zugeparkten Nachbarschaft auf die Suche nach einem neuen Parkplatz machen zu können.
PS: Vermutlich könnt ihr das nicht nachvollziehen, das mit dem Urlaub. Durfte ich doch letztens zwei eurer Mitarbeiter dabei beobachten, wie selbige gelangweilt einem dritten Mitarbeiter dabei zuschauten, wie dieser eher mäßig begeistert das Herbstlaub vom letzten Jahr von ein paar Treppenstufen schabte. Sah für mich tatsächlich ein bißchen nach Urlaub aus, was die beiden da trieben.
Obwohl ich nicht ungerecht sein will: In den 20 Minuten, in denen ich den drei geistigen Kleingärtnern beim So-tun-als-ob zuschauen durfte, ist tatsächlich einer der zwei Müßiggänger losgelaufen, to pick a manipulator with a plastic bag from behind a bush. These he then wandered off on the back of their small van from where it was probably later by the first-best wind blew again in any other bush.
PPS: Speaking of gravel.
Not only that bring the janitor, sanitation and other leading drill of the largest village in the autumn of their years unspeakably annoying, trommelfellrasierenden leaf blower in the stop to blow the dust of the last decades in all the respiratory openings of the Münchner. No, the winter and various janitor whistling hearing these saws have also discovered in the winter for themselves. And This is because they blow so that snow and ice sheets from the sidewalks. Regardless of the noise and the stench reflects this development to me by an incredible inertia and insolence of those responsible. Why a broom in your hand when you can go up to his environment and with a motor-driven wind instrument on the bag?
The coronation was it for me, the concierge from across that blew 2 days ago seriously with one of these bellows loose gravel, dust, remnants of firecrackers and freeze-dried dog shit across the street from our house . No matter that I had at the sight of a good mind to him the Elefantenföhn to slide into the neck to give him time to properly ventilate the thought bubble: "Is there no longer season in which one is spared from the din of the gutter-vuvuzelas?
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