Picking the shirtMartin was looking at a rack with tops and shirts in various colours and sizes. He never had to buy clothes for a woman, lets stand a woman bigger than him. He did not know what to look for, since almost every piece he had shown to Douglas was followed by a disagreeing sigh and a sharp comment from Douglas.
"Douglas, why on Earth did you offer to buy her a shirt?" he asked curious, holding up a blue shirt with the face of a cat printed over the chest part. Underneath was printed: "I have more of these".
"Martin. Put away that horrible piece of mockery," said Douglas, quickly covering his eyes, "And to answer your question... I offered to buy her a new shirt, because you made a mess of her own shirt." He gazed at a rack with various tops, with the eyes of a fashion expert. He turned to Martin and simply shook his head. "Nothing here. We need to look at another shop."
Martin followed Douglas.
"But she said that someone else had spilled tea on her as well," he tried to convince the first
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"Here you go," said Arthur. Barbara started and turned around. Arthur handed her a plastic cup with steaming hot tea. "I forgot to ask you, whether you had milk and or sugar in it, so I brought them both." He held up a couple of bags of sugar and a cup of coffee creamer.
"Ehm, no thank you, Arthur," said Barbara, brushing her auburn curls out of her eyes, "I don't have anything in it."
"So, you drink tea with no milk and or sugar in it?"
"Yes, why is that so weird?" asked Barbara. Arthur thought about it for a moment.
"I don't know. It is just that I've never met one before that drinks tea with nothing in it."
"Well, then I'm your first," answered Barbara with a smile. She took a little sip of her tea. It was still very hot. "Thank you very much for the tea, Arthur."
"Not a problem. I do that a lot."
"I guess you mean, serving people drinks," said Barbara.
"Yes indeed," answered Arthur. He continued proudly: "I'm a steward."
"A steward, wow," replied
Spilled teaArthur apologised for the so manieth time.
"I am so sorry."
"It's okay," said the woman with a little smile, while she used yet another tissue to get most of the tea out of her shirt, "Luckily the tea wasn't very hot." Arthur started.
"O God. I didn't even think about that! I could have burnt you."
"But it didn't," replied the woman quickly. She stopped rubbing the tissue against the big stain to put a reasuring hand on his shoulder. "You could not help it. And I'm okay, I tell you. So please, don't try to depres yourself over it." The woman had an strange accent. It had a lot of Dutch notes in it, so she was Dutch, but occasionally she would pronounce a word in a very posh manner, or she used the American way of pronouncing it.At least she could speak in full sentences. A thing not all people could. She rubbed the wet tissue one more time over the stain and threw it away. With her fingers she pulled up a bit of her shirt to look at the result. The stain had spread all over her white s
"So this is Holland?" asked Arthur when they stepped out of GERTI. He looked around as his normal, hyperactive happy self and started to explore the surroundings. Which was flat.Not that this was his first time they flew to the Netherlands, but he never left the airport. Most flights were simple cargo flights, or they had to fly a rich eccentric from London to Amsterdam and back. Arthur did not know what those rich people did in Amsterdam, but they never stayed long there. But this time they had to fly a Japanese couple to the Netherlands and both Martin and Douglas said they needed their twelve hour rest, before getting back to Fitton.
"Technically this is North-Holland," answered Douglas, "The Netherlands exists of twelve provinces of which two are called Holland. This is the northern part."
"Why do they call the Netherlands Holland, when it's only a part of the Netherlands?" asked Arthur.
"Because these provinces are most important," replied Martin, "They have the airport, t