“Hello!”, I announce myself on the phone, when I finally manage to reach her, but I cannot get any further, because immediately I will be interrupted.
“Imagine what happened to me today”, but I cannot imagine anything terrible, because she is already going on.
“When I was straightening my stockings, I broke my nail and tore my stockings,” she explains, and the seriousness in her voice tells me she really thinks it’s terrible. “So, I bought fresh stockings in the next store and activated the emergency set for fingernail catastrophes, but of course that’s only half a solution. It’s like changing a tire on a car, you cannot do that either. “
“This is almost equally life threatening”, I cannot help but throw in now.
“You recognized it,” she agrees. To some people, every sarcasm is really wasted. “And that’s why I immediately called my manicure, if she can somehow insert me today. Could she, and then I was there during my lunch break. “
“And now the world is alright again,” I express my hope to immediately delay my request, because I’m afraid otherwise no more to speak, “So you come today to the demo for freedom of expression and speech. “
“When should that be?”, It comes suppressed from the other side.
“At five, almost around the corner from you,” I explain, and regain hope to add, “You said it would interest you and it would be important.”
“It may be that I said that,” she explains slowly, “but today is definitely not.”
“Why not?” I dare to interject, “You stop working at half past four, that’s perfect.”
“You just say that,” she says, and her voice is almost like outrage, “If you knew what I had to do!”
“Well, the kids are out of the house. You do not have any pets to care for, and your husband, he’ll probably be able to take care of himself once. Or better yet, he comes too,” I explain.
“That’s not what it’s about,” she says, “I’m talking about the really important things. After work, I have to get my injection, you know, for skin rejuvenation. Then I have an appointment with the beautician. After all, you do not want to look as old as you are. And then I have to think very hard about which bag I take, you know, to the performance. “
“You’ve got 150 bags anyway, just take some,” I venture an objection, “and your syringe and the beautician, that’s going to happen next week. After all, it’s about freedom of expression and speech. “
“Then you see that you have no idea about life,” she hurls at me, “I have to think about when I carried what bag. Imagine the slander if I take one twice. And next week, that will not work. I really have to go there every week, otherwise it will not work. There will certainly be a demo again. “
“If there is no longer any freedom of expression and speech, then no more demos”, I reply, but a little confused.
“Does that also affect my right to beautician and get me sprayed and to buy handbags?”, she asks.
“No, you will always be allowed to consume,” I explain dully.
“Then everything is good. Who needs freedom of expression and speech?”, she says with a laugh, “But if you want to ban me the real important things, then I’m in a demo immediately. After all, there is nothing more important than good looks and the matching accessories to the wardrobe. Do not you think so? Of course, you think so. After all, you’re also a woman. Every woman understands that, so anyone who still has a little feminine sensitivity. “
Without a word I hang up. On the one hand, I have to deal with the fact that I do not have any feminine sensitivity, and on the other hand, that there are lives in which the biggest concerns are broken fingernails and the next syringe cure. Actually, a happy life, and fight for fundamental rights, the others will already do. Because if these fighters had not existed, even this lady should not go to work and have free money, but that’s all self-evident.