and the shortcuts to take that people with GPS systems wouldn’t be able to make head nor tail of.
Ove always had a clear travel strategy. His wife, on the other hand,
always came up with insanities like “going by a sense of feel” and “taking it easy.”
As if that was a way for an adult person to get anywhere in life.
And then she always remembered that she had to make a call or had forgotten some scarf or other.
Or she didn’t know which coat to pack at the last moment. Or something else.
She always forgot the thermos of coffee on the draining board, which was actually the only important thing.
There were four coats in those damned bags but no coffee.
As if one could just turn off into a gas station every hour and buy the burned fox piss they were selling in there.
And get even more delayed. And when Ove got disgruntled she always had to challenge the importance of having a time plan when driving somewhere.
“We’re not in a hurry anyway,” she’d say. As if that had anything to do with it.
Now, standing at the station platform, he presses his hands into his pockets. He isn’t wearing his suit jacket.
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