as had promised myself to do. To get real real bio meat from the bio butcher. So I’m on my way, taking a detour. Lots of cars on Saturday, I sort of slide along real easy. At the crossing a policeman is directing traffic, a car moves to the right. I brake. I brake. That’s what I always do. Easy. I brake and…snap. The left brake gives way. I stumble gently on the car. It is not scratched, but there are some stripes. Grey stripes. Hmm, so I end up paying maybe for some grey stripes on someone’s car. And I never had any myself. Not fair.