A brief glance into Radioshack today was not enough to find that perfect screw-driver to disassemble my DSL-modem. However, I could not help noticing a rather short man with a pink and green velvet dress, who checked out different cables.
After I had had a sushi at the Mexican place in the Foodcourt, I went back to Radioshack, to look a little more thoroughly for that screw-driver.
The man with the dress was still there, carefully touching the different cables, and every now and then sniffing them as if to ascertain whether they smelt as if they could take 500 volts.
Suddenly he turned around. It was no man. I could tell that from the person's décolleté. And her beautiful sweet face, with just one tiny imperfection: a walrus moustache. But it was of no use. I could recognise her anyhow. It was Windola Reiter, known from her magnificent interpretation of Bo in Noisa Key Elpott's famous girl's novel Little Use. In spite of her sweet appearance, Windola had occasionally left the straight path of a law-abiding citizen, but it was at least a full week since her latest bank robbery. And it was clear from the contours of that dress of hers that she had come unarmed.
I will keep you in suspense no more. I will tell you how it all ended. I did not find any screw-driver, but Windola bought a beige cable of six feet for $2.24.
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