Owl Eats Harry Potter - V:Mission 2 Episode 23
“See ya Nick…I mean Consul Taubman..I mean…”
“Just ‘Nick’ is fine V. I think we can skip the formalities at this point. I hope the rest of your trip home goes well and he gives me his big sparkling white smile. The restaurants at the Frankfurt airport aren’t that great but you can get a reasonable German pretzel at a vendor on the left just before immigrations. I recommend them highly!
Thanks for explaining the Stuffocator to me too. You have a fascinating job. If I was 30 years younger I think I’d be knocking on Finn’s door too,” says Consul Taubman.
“Hey…thank you for getting me through the Romanian airport. When I saw that second guard coming I thought my goose was cooked,” I reply. “You really handled them perfectly.”
“The thing to know is that the stricter they are the more they respond to authority and hierarchy. I just appealed to their…inner self,” Nick says with a slight smirk.
We shake hands. I grab my duffle bag and head down the long hall. Horizontal escalators break up the white terrazza floor and speed me toward a German pretzel. Nick said the magic word. I absolutely love a good German pretzel. The texture of the crust, the crunchy salt, the doughy white center, all combine for a unique pleasure. I especially like the pretzels made in the southern part of Germany known as Bavaria.
I’ve had “German Pretzels” elsewhere but it’s almost like the dough senses that it’s not in Germany and decides to approximate the real thing but fall short.
Growing closer I can smell the dough and my mouth starts to salivate involuntarily. Using sign language, I point to the pretzels behind the glass and hold up 2 fingers to let the teenage boy behind the counter know how many I want.
He wraps them in white paper I give him 5 Euros and go sit down to savor my treat before facing immigrations. I carefully unwrap the first pretzel and rip off a huge hunk with my mouth. I hope no one is watching the carnage that’s about to ensue.
Unfortunately, my savage feast is interrupted by the lady behind the paper sitting next to me.
“Pretzels any good,” she asks from behind the paper?
I have a difficult time responding, my mouth is so full of pretzel. Finally I manage to mumble, “Yep.”
She lets the paper down and says, “Would you mind sharing?”
I stop chewing and stare in utter amazement, “Karl…what are you doing here?”
“When you decided to make this stuffocation take longer than an elephant pregnancy I thought I’d come and help you home…did you miss me,” she asks with her gorgeous smile?
There was only one way to answer that question. I choke down the final remnants of pretzel as I stand to hold Karl in my arms. It has been way too long.
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Miniature Stuff Animals responds:
Posted: July 30th, 2008 at 11:17 am →
This is good information to know. I hope to apply it on my next attempt.