Meanwhile on the bus: a somewhat special storage place...
Sunday afternoon around four o'clock, station Haarlem.I'm about to start my ride, so I close my doors, give direction and drive away quietly at the stop.A gentleman comes running a little further. Smuddy looks, an AH bag, and a half liter of beer in his hand.He runs towards me, and he says he still wants to come. Because on this line the bus runs once every half hour, and it starts to rain, I stop...
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