Todeschini Syracuse Police

The playground

When the sun, as this Sunday, smiles one last time before the fog arrives, the day you try to use extensively as possible. A bit of a walk, read a book in the garden, let the water relax and unwind, or just how I play golf. So on to the system, which, as always, on weekends, crowded Popper is 30, which are in, all-inclusive holiday recorded the hotel's mini-golf course excessive and keep up now for at least as gifted as Vijay Singh. This is of course annoying, partly because they steal my space and peace and secondly because they always occur in pairs and I am always in every reasonably straight ball, which has broken so scarce, the 50 meter mark a "treasure Rabbat the gseh!" must listen. It's annoying and, understandably, it is tempting sometimes the driver just short to swing a little bit of horizontal. The only way to see if it's also such a tinkling "pling" is sound. Whatever the case, the TT Group, I've become used. What is new is that now, young families have discovered the golf course for themselves. Respectively, the driving range (on the square so they can not thank God). And can I apply for it and wants no sympathy. Just to clear up any misunderstandings here. I do not mind if sometimes a father because of divorce, his daughter has visited over the weekend and then carries with her a few shots. This is not a problem. The girl sits quietly on a stool beautiful and admired the father. Then a little cherubs and the father-daughter relationship holds back a few weeks.
The young families, however, besiege the plant and the downright annoying Brats running around like the nutty and beat with an iron-Liliput on the delicate and painstakingly maintained lawn. As if there were a prize for the deepest hole. The mothers stand around stupidly and gossip. What else, and they can not dream that maybe others - feel disturbed in their sleep and concentration - typically MOI. Is it asking too much, take the brats on Sunday just how far to McDonnald? Let them ride the adit Ronald him until the smile that goes by. But no, you go again on Sunday on the golf course. And also to dress accordingly. So purely in the Capri pants and the fat Gebärhüfte alert kept in the sun.
I watch as two fathers and talk to each other like vorschwärmen gifted but little Kevin was and how far the already small Mirko could hit the ball. And I see my two dads closer and wonder seriously, that were ever able to bear children, let alone talented. For if the same coordination skills of Genspenders a mannequin, the son is not much more than Pinocchio. When then is added also one of the two mothers with strollers and I use the word "diapers" Listen, I decide to undertake such a militant way, practice swings that, while neat clumps of grass from the Boden gehauen werden und in Richtung Störenfriede fliegen. Nach dem dritten Dreckklumpen welcher gegen den Kinderwagen prallt, beginnt die Mutter zu gackern: „Gaht’s nid chli vorsichtiger?“

Mit gelangweilter Miene entgegne ich ein „wie bitte? Ich ha sie akustisch nid verstande, ihri Plagegeister machet ebe so viel lärm“. Huiiii das war jetzt aber gar nicht nett. Das sehen auch die Väter so und nennen mich doch tatsächlich „fräche Siech“ Und ich hätte gefälligst Verständnis aufzubringen für die begabten Kevin und Mirko, denn schliesslich seien das noch Kinder. „ach ja? Seit ihne das Wort Kinderspielplatz öppis? Das wär’s doch hä? The all-bandi in combination teeth and uf de playground. And I han again mini Ruehe "This seems to work somehow not and the father of the talented Kevin says:" They gaht even nüt ah "

Now there is war my dear, I think, turn around, take the Sand Wedge out of my pocket and threshing massive full a 20 cm long and 10 cm wide piece of grass from the ground toward fathers. I miss the two barely meet, but the talented Kevin on the head. Strike! "Huere Tubel!, Chum Kevin gönder me, de Ma size: öppis gäg üs"