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Two young ladies asked for directions to the solarium today. I showed them the way to the crematorium. A little fun now and then keeps one young.

Ingrid is a mystery for everyone at the railway office, including the big boss. They all know her as the "computer whiz" who discovered a secret key combination which tacks an additional 50% discount on any sales price. She's yet to disclose her ways. It's Ingrid's firm belief that since customers already put up with so many dirty carriages and delays, they very much deserve to travel affordably.

Gertrud's receipts and insurance papers are a right mess, but when it comes to her pills she can tell you which one she took, for what reason and how it affected her, all the way back to 1989. She writes it all down in pen on the package, marking the desired side effects and along with the actual ones.

It started with my daughter wanting money. I pretended to be hard of hearing - something us elderlies sometimes do, I'll admit. If I get an unpleasant question, I'll wait a bit first and pretend not to have heard it. If the person insists and I still don't have a witty reply, I'd smile, hold my hand to my ear and ask "Sorry?". The important thing is to smile and back off a bit, as they'll bellow the question again.