Monsier, I am writing you this letter because the memory of the events in the supermarket last Thursday does not leave me alone
Since I don't have the opportunity to talk to them about it, a good friend of mine advised me to write them a letter in which everything I would like to say to them is included, which could be liberating for me, she had said. Well, I'll try
Not to go shopping hungry, my grandma always said, and she was right. Nevertheless, I was very hungry last Thursday evening when I entered the supermarket and was in a hurry to get something for dinner.
There they were, monsieur, in front of the baker's counter
No more than an obstacle to my goal at this moment. Not old, not young. Not tall, not short. Not handsome, not ugly. To be honest, monsieur, they hadn't even really entered my consciousness when I pushed past them with a little "pardon"
I couldn't get past them. The reason for this was their scent, which was really very irritating to me, so that I remained standing next to them as if rooted to the ground. A slight whiff of the scent of flowers emanated from them. And to be honest, Monsieur, somehow they stank a bit of sweat and smoke and I wouldn't like to exclude, sorry, that they were emitting some male pheromones. There was also a cuddly scent of flowers, which I couldn't quite place
There may have been a touch of lavender, in the buttonhole they wore a sensational, magnificent magnolia, of which I could not have told if it was real.
They looked at me with some irritation when I stopped so abruptly with trembling nostrils next to them, and their little pug, whom they called Conchita with her charming French accent ("Räg diesch niescht auf Conchita"), looked at me with the deepest suspicion and growled softly and threateningly
They, sir, ordered dark chocolate cake, which they enjoyed at the bar table next to the bakery, accompanied by a small espresso. Under the suspicious eyes of Conchita, I stood as inconspicuously as possible at the next table, and pretended to be looking into the distance. monsieur, I really can't help it that your dog felt disturbed by me in his peace and gave a loud" Jaul - beller "from himself, otherwise you can't call what he/she gave from himself. All bystanders flinched. Also she Monsieur, whereby unfortunately both chocolate cake and espresso landed unintentionally on her elegant jacket. Annoyed, they tried to clean themselves with a napkin. They succeeded, the smell of coffee and cocoa stuck to them... wonderful... even better...
I ordered nothing, and preferred to follow them inconspicuously into the supermarket shelves, magnetically attracted by their smell of sweat, coffee, flowers and chocolate cake, ..., They came to a halt in front of the spice shelf and looked at it thoughtfully. I also stopped at a distance and looked thoughtfully at a glass of honey...At that moment I was only nose...Just like Conchita, who growled at me again with a warning
Monsieur, you won't like to hear it, I must confess that your dog and I had a natural mutual dislike for each other from the first moment. That was probably also the reason why the situation escalated a little bit.... now. While trying to sniff my way a little bit closer to her, I unfortunately stumbled over Conchita's dog leash. Now there was no stopping this wolf in mop fur. Loudly "whimpering", he jumped in a circle around me and also around her Monsieur, who looked at me in shock until he had completely wrapped us in his pink dog leash. I grabbed the supermarket shelf, still looking for a hold, and accidentally took a bag of cinnamon off the shelf, the contents of which were now partly spilled over her tasteful wardrobe. In some distance the honey jar fell to the floor. Pardon, I am so sorry ! i shouted, truly dismayed. The shrill sound of my voice again enraged Conchita, so that we, connected by a pink leash, came to lie on the floor in, how shall I say, inappropriately intimate proximity, which obviously did not please you, Monsieur, the dog, tied up by his own leash, now fortunately immobilized, beside it
Monsieur, I must honestly admit that until the elderly lady stumbled over us and her partner joined us, the situation was not at all unpleasant for me. On the contrary. My head lay on her chest, my nose right next to the magnolia, which actually turned out to be real, her fragrant wooden necklace, which I only noticed now, the whiff of cinnamon, coffee, chocolate, plus other flowers and resins ( Monsieur had you been in the forest or even in church before?) Yes, I was in nose heaven, so to speak. I closed my eyes and inhaled her wonderful scent and was possibly a little out of it...I think I even licked her jacket for a moment...
That might have been the moment when the older lady stumbled over us, but also quickly came to terms with the situation after she noticed her scent.
So they were lying monsieur, a lady in each arm, so to speak, one of them licking her jacket, when her partner, Klaus, appeared.
What are you doing here? shouted the somewhat feminine but good-looking man (a little better than you Monsieur, sorry) stunned. I've been waiting in the car for half an hour, Gerard! You only wanted to get herbs from Provence!
Who are those two? I can't do this anymore
They, sir, shouted: "Listen Klaus, I can explain everything to you, really", whereby they were hectic with a "Come on, yawn! They tried to push us ladies away from them
But Klaus did not let himself be put off: "You used the Nasomatto, and I still asked you not to do that! "Listen Klaus... I could not suspect a thing about it..."
I decided to use this fruitless exchange of words to disappear inconspicuously...The elderly lady, Klaus, and especially Conchita, who was slowly regaining her strength, had woken me from my hypnosis. I quickly covered my nose to sober up again and escaped the pink shackles
On the floor I saw an elderly gentleman in an original outfit and elegant but rather grubby clothes, wrapped in a pink dog leash, a dazed old lady in her arms, a very unpleasant dog next to him.... In short,the magic was gone.
Let's get out of here, a courageous escape was the best, maybe only way to escape their scent.
Now I sit at home and smell the button I accidentally tore off her shirt ( sorry!). I hope the security service at the supermarket wasn't too strict with you and Klaus, Monsieur. I still saw how they both were led into the office
But Conchita really shouldn't have bitten the older lady...
So, now I've got it all off my chest, monsieur. For my possibly inappropriate behaviour towards you - Pardon !