Jason and I recently spent a week in Hamburg, Germany, visiting his family. Because I have a two-night limit with my own family, I thought a week with relatives I've met only once or never at all might be pushing it. In addition, if you're going to have to suffer through an Away-Toilet Situation, best not to have to share that Away Toilet with four other people. So Jason and I rented an apartment from airbnb to guarantee a place of refuge for our souls (and our bowels). It turned out to be a great studio space in a renovated factory building close to Jason's Oma's apartment. We rented it from a woman named Biggi. She wrote the following review of us:
"Here in my Hamburg factory apartment I got to know a very friendly and reliable young man with his cute girl. I was very pleased about the lovely message they left, even a few sweets. :) So tidy and clean was my apartment after that week, even the fridge was still full - I can only recommend those lovely people, always welcome again!"
Dear Biggi: VIELEN DANK! You have figured out a way to make sure that we will rent from you—and only you—the next time we come to Hamburg. And I'm not referring to the part about us being clean—we already knew that. Rather, there comes a time in every woman's life when she realizes that middle age is right around the corner, and when she rounds that corner, her ass will migrate three inches south and the skin around her jawline will head in that direction too, and no one will reference her appearance ever again. So I'll take "cute girl" for as long as I can. (And Jason will just have to be satisfied with "reliable.")
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