Markus lost his license for 4 weeks for going too fast near München earlier this year. That means I’m chauffeur extraordinaire. It’s usually a good idea anyway because I’m the better driver. He’s the better parker. By that I mean he parks without getting parking tickets. I can park with the best of them, I just usually choose places that have the potential to be real spaces. I call it creative parking. He and his army of polizei call it illegal. Germans and their specific specifications.
However, getting up at 6 am to take him to the train without a coffee stop is just mean. Really, here I am, hauling my ass outta bed at an ungodly hour, driving his sorry ass to the train in Frankfurt so he doesn’t have to sit with the bullies on the Darmstadt train and I get NO coffee. Its cruel, really.
On the way home my eyes were crossing and I missed my exit and ended up at the airport. I think my auto pilot is still set for San Francisco.
Anyway, Sparky is gone and I have a day of peace and quiet to