The green seven
Fred dangled on his hook with the number three. He was on vacation, so to speak, because his room had been renovated for over a month. Fred said he missed all the sweets, but nobody really believed him. I’ve been hanging next to Fred for almost three years and have never had a vacation. On the contrary. The last few days were pure horror, and I was still animal bad. In number two, the last time were only day visitors. My stomach was turning back when one of the nice ladies came to the reception. She flipped through the guest book and grabbed Hermann, opened the drawer and put it in the left corner. Hermann you must know is the number seven and we are always placed in this corner, because the rest of the drawer is full of chocolate, Biscuits and gummi bears. Although I could only take a quick look at the biscuits but that was enough to start my beautiful silver badge with the number two light green. I felt sick. Hermann had probably already made about the chocolate and would eat around noon nor the last gummy bears. Because gummy bears in the end help best. I hung around like that for a while and must be a bit doozyed when I was rudely awakened by a shrill voice in front of the reception. A slightly older lady with a yellow hat and a bit excited wanted to have her key. “Why can not I have my key right now? I’m tired and would like to freshen up.” “The key handover is only at 13:00 clock and now it is only half past twelve. The rooms are not that far yet, “tried the nice lady of the hotel to calm the yellow lady, which of course lied because in a good hotel the rooms are always so far in. In fact, Hermann was not ready.” That may well not be that it now takes half an hour. I would like to go to my room right now or I’m looking for another hotel “, the now almost red lady scolded The nice lady from the hotel hesitated a bit but then opened the drawer and automatically reached into the left corner Hermann was still buried in the gummy bears to the beard.The reception lady supported briefly and then when she remembered that it was not yet 13:00 clock, she searched the seven on the right, Hermann pulled out of the bag and handed him a little uncertain to the always still red lady. Disgusted, she returned Hermann. “What is there on the badge?” The gummy was on the already dangerous green-yellow discolored plaque not to see. The nice lady from the hotel did not look particularly surprised, removed the sticky green bear and gave Hermann back to the red lady. “I told you he was, um, I mean the room is not ready yet.” The red lady looked a bit puzzled and rushed away with Hermann. In front of her room she rummaged Hermann out of his pocket, which, as he told me later, was so bad when he was pushed into the lock by the swinging in his stuffy handbag. Hermann choked, in that condition he could not possibly do a clean job. The fat fingers of the yellow lady, which would probably redden immediately, pressed and tugged at him. Hermann turned pale as chalk and cold sweat was forming on his bright green plaque. The red-headed lady stomped back to the reception, where she was already expected by the friendly lady. “That does not fit,” she scolded excitedly and handed her Hermann. “No wonder, as it looks like,” she reassured the angry red lady, who again looked quite puzzled. The lady from the front desk squeezed gently on the black seven, on the still, now poison green plaque and Hermann duly surrendered in a small bowl. “So now he fits again,” she said to the red lady and handed her to Hermann. “I told them the key handover is at 13:00”.