Opa is here, and it's like he's always been here and always will be. Just two weeks though. Orbit and I picked him up from Pearson. Stupid me, dogs aren't allowed in the terminal, they threw us out, threatened with penalties. So we waited outside, looking through the window at the steady stream of arriving passengers. A steady stream without opa. Two hours (!) after the plane had landed, I got worried. And cold. And Orbit had had enough of it too. So I locked him in the car and went to the information desk. No, not to worry, there were still a lot of KLM passengers waiting to come through customs. Afterwards opa told me what had happened. There were at least FIFTEEN wheel chair passengers, and five of them were eighty year old muslim women. And their wheel chairs practically got taken apart. Of course, why not? After the fluid explosives they come up with senior terrorists, how clever!
Leuk, je ziet dat zelfs Orbit van opa geniet en het lijkt zelfs alsof hij die zijn hele leven al gekend heeft.
Mijn oog valt steeds op de persoon in het rechterhoekje, er is wat met die arm, lijkt alsof die een dubbele arm heeft of zoiets?
Haha, ik zie wat je bedoelt. Het is Michiel. En die onderste arm is de stoelleuning.
Haha, ja hoor... als het niet zo TRIEST zou zijn, was het grappig.