Forgot your gift? Ask Aunt Tanke!
Saturday night, 8:59 pm. Hach, housework done, mowed lawn, shopped, dog brushed. Sunday can come! With a bag of chips on my stomach, I roll myself, smacking like a pug, into a blanket on the sofa. And then it passes me: Grandma Helga's birthday! Damn crap? How could that go through my rag again? Panic crawls like a thousand small ant from the tips of his feet up to his face and makes his cheeks glow. I jump from the sofa in a flash and run to the calendar in the kitchen. "Now she's finally gone crazy," thinks the rest of the family sitting in front of the TV. Actually, there it says: tomorrow, 15 clock, round birthday with grandma. Where can I get a gift now? "Stay relaxed," says my husband. "I still get your gifts in the evening before quickly from the gas station".
One night on the sofa later (he, not me) we find ourselves actually in the well-stocked gasoline shop again. Only the omnipresent mineral oil air diminishes the shopping mood a bit.
Gas station vouchers are no longer equivalent to gasoline. H & M, Saturn, Douglas, Obi, Ikea, Thalia? There is something for every age and gender. There is even a wish voucher. Granny can redeem it at over 500 partners. Even at the Deutsche Post. She can then buy stamps from her grandchildren, so that they will not forget to write cards from their holidays. Another self-painted "Do-you-dear coupon" from the youngest? That's when the Omimimi heart melts.
The classic: flowers from the tank. Do not have a good reputation. But if you throw away the cellophane, on the way to Granny, you drive right to the cornfield and put some fresh stalks, grasses and shrubs in between, so you can really get some more out of it. Just be creative and wild, people!
It's just like that: Alcohol makes every snore family celebration funny. So attendant: Close the poison cabinet. Today even the store-protecting champagne is not too expensive for us!
That we did not get there right away: Of course, at the station there is also the BARBARA? What could be better than giving away a funny reading afternoon? Guaranteed without diet and sex tips. Alternatively you can say yes, that is just a symbol for the subscription that you have ordered. Well, will order. But luckily nobody knows that.
Schoooooooki. Do we really have to explain that? No, right? Schoki is really always and now also the petrol stores are equipped with chocolates.
Even highly dramatic gifts can be found here: See Frank Schätzing's "The Swarm" as an audiobook. The smoky narrative voice drives the tension in listening to the immeasurable. Wrapped in the cultural part of the South German one could hardly give intellectual intellectually. Nobody can tell where we got this present from.
Give with love: This is kitsch? Right. Sprinkle this plush heart pillow with the personal perfume and give it to the partner for any hours alone. "So you always think of me!". Awww. Really: There are people who stand on something. Okay, maybe it's nothing for grandma now.
