Dusk had fallen and the weight of the grocery bags placed Angry Sister last week the clueless one foot on a malicious patch of ice. Vips, she was lying down and in a few seconds contemplation if she was still in one piece.
There she was, friendly people hurrying to and an extremely helpful man said resolutely: I'll drive you home. It was courageous since he could not know if she lived in Södertälje, sweden, or any other distant place. There she makes now are not, but in the heart of Stockholm and just three blocks away from the impact. There he drove her and helped to turn out both her and the groceries.
her somersault blängde I'm on my winter boots. They were, like some men, of the untrustworthy variety. Loyal sometimes, sneaky sometimes. Also, they were unnecessarily heavy, which elicited a somewhat ghostly shuffling time.
I gave me in the way to skoaffären that attracted a plethora of boots provided with unnecessary details.
Some of the boots had retractable spikes that required a teknikkurs to get out and a styrketräningskurs to get into.
" You don't trap them in precipice of one. You can actually go with them on the usual basis also, " said the blue-eyed clerk and her tongue blackened.
To walk on a marble floor with extended spikes in the hard plastic case is a thrilling experience. It gives an extra boost in life, I can tell you. I have tried when I am unsuspecting and broddförsedd went into a supermarket, stood at the fruktdisken for the next moment to stand among the vegetables.
a kanande uncontrolled movement occurred. How I eventually took me out of the store, I have suppressed. So some broddkängor was not to think about.
" They here, said the clerk who regained his red tongue. They are good! Has a solid greppsula. Steady on all isunderlag.
I put on my boots, walking to and fro on the store's gångmatta and then headed steps out on the floor. Where I got stuck. Steady was just the beginning. Greppsulan had small suction cups that smackat stuck in the floor. I rocked back and forth like a metronome in my attempts to get loose.
in the end I managed and tore the tag in a couple of straightforward hearty and varmfodrade boots with ribbed soles. They neither moved me to where I am not wanted or held me there where I did not want to stand.
– these will be great, " I said,
Now I go around with them to where I want but blänger smalögd after the malevolent ice patches.