Towing and damage report conserning the first car who got a hole in the cooler is secured outside Blue Huey. The cargo space is sealed with straps. The sun sets behind the shoe factory. The gas station is closing.
Then the phone rings. It’s Gottfrid, the one with the Finnish sausage broth.
– We found the guitar in a slope in the woods.
– I don’t dare to ask, I’m just standing fixed and quiet.
– It’s completely unharmed. The case has scratches but the guitar is totally fine. G minor sounds perfect. Everybody is heading back to the bus now.
Well at home there’s a new city to visit in six days on a Saturday. A new hatch had to be produced. An order for lock and hinges from Malmö is made on Monday. The packages has to arrive fast but the postal service drops it off in Örebro (?!) The package finally arrives on Thursday. On Friday the bus is booked for loading and we don’t have a hatch. Ulf Granbom, super sharp universal fixer saves the day and on Saturday we are in this new city with Blue Huey and a red painted hatch. All is well but how did the story with Alfred and the pissed off kinder garden teachers in Östergötland?
Alfred calmly listened, finished up, shook one time, shook once more, carefully zipped his fly and replied:
- I AM a psychiatrist.