Last week I went to the butcher — who also sells vegetables and cheese. I asked for some sausages. Then the guy asked me: “Does your father live close by?”.
Me: “Hmmm, yes”
Butcher: “Is his name Paul?”
Me: “Hmmm, yes”
Butcher: “Then you are… Robbert?”
Me: “Can I use my debit card?”
This village is too small for me.