Waste is a thief.

I am stealing Digitalicat’s idea about random crap slapped together to make a single blog entry. I steal it because WASTE IS A THIEF.

Pubby pub pub tracking the reefer:
I went to the spine specialist’s office in the outskirts of Budapest. The actual clinic is in this little town in western Hungary – he rents a doctor’s office in Budapest twice a week to receive prospective patients at the clinic. He was running late so I waited at the Cafe-Drinkbar-Casino nearby (yes – nifty neighborhood). When I entered, there was an oddly fat bartenderess (this is nearly painful in Hungary, nation of rail thin large breasted women) and some guy downing brandy with beer chasers at 10 in the morning. I sat down at the bar and stared at this tin can. There was a sheet of paper taped unto it with the following message scrawled thereupon:

Poor bucket
was hit by a car! The operation is necessary,
but it is very expensive!

Please help us with the collection!

Thank you on
behalf of Bucket!!!

An additional alcoholic entered the pub while I waited silently, sucking on my coke. He begged the fat woman for a glass of ’drink’. She served him out of a plastic jug labeled WINE. It was completely white and I somehow doubt it had ever seen the vine. But I digress.

The Chair:
Actual conversation between alcoholic pub patron and fat bartenderess:

„The chair is broken.”
„I will weld it.”
„It’s made of wood.”
„So?”

Delightful snippet from the light rail:
(overhead speaker crackles into life) „This train will not stop at the seasonal stop of Tolgyes.”
(cute kid with puzzled frown, addressing mom) „The train will not stop?”
(mom) „No.”
(kid, looking scarred for life) „Ever?”