The battle goes on. Yesterday morning I went to German Colony with Sandra, and I got really sick. By the time I got home all I could do was lay on the couch and run to the bathroom every once in a while. So I didn't take the printer back to Bug. I don't think I could have made the walk there. Surely one more day couldn't hurt?
It hurt. I took the printer again and the guy faxed my bill to them, and then told me they were closed until Sunday. I want to cry. Still no printer. So I carried the old one back home. I'm beginning to wonder if I shouldn't just go buy a new one somewhere else and just forget this nightmare.
It's beyond ridiculous at this point. Oh well. Maybe Sunday.
Oh, and the notice from the police? It was for someone else who needed to go pay a fine (my friend Hannah interpreted it for me). But let me just tell you that I jumped out of my skin when someone knocked on the door at 8:00 that next morning! It wasn't the police; it was a guy wanting me to take my succa (tent) down because a lady was coming in a wheelchair and couldn't get through. At least I think that was what all the hand signals and gestures meant. I finally got it through to him that it wasn't my succa and he walked away. When I got back from German Colony, a guy was taking it down. Yay! No more girl in the bubble!
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