Friday Fundas

(Pic of my first attendance in a free LIVE Orchestra at Philharmonie and NO, I did not record or click any pics while it was in progress)

It's been a good 4+ months since my transition to Luxembourg and everyday reveals a novelty... some are pleasant while some aren't so. A couple of things have happened, we got a 'Giulia' for my Alpha (ok that's cheesy), got initiated into European road trips as a local, got our local driving license.... woohoo!, got our first ticket of  €145 for over speeding (and we thought that warning sign is all 'ha ha', guess we now know who got the last laugh huh), I also lost a minuscule number of kgs, saw my first live orchestra concert alone (yes it was free), learnt about cultures and traditions, Ate beef and got my jinx well... unjinxed!

Not so bad I'd say. The rest is more mainstream and happens to all here I suppose; waiting for internet to be fixed (takes 2 months), the official documents written in all the official languages except English (always), waiting for the car to be delivered (mostly 1 trimester, again depends on which one you are buying, could take 3 trimesters as well or you could get a premie if you are lucky).
Well, MOTH now knows the pains of labour - the excitement, the excruciating wait, the delay in delivery, the first nursing (for a scratch and a dent) etc. Handy experience for the future I say 👶😉

Well, this blog is about what happened today and my learnings from it. After almost a month, I realised that there was an official looking paper pinned next to our car. It read (in française of course) that since the beginning of time we had parked in the wrong slot.... I absolutely love the politeness that oozes out, ah I wish I had learnt the language earlier. For your perusal below 👇

After a few moments of panic, anger and a strange calm, I thought it was best to get it sorted. Perhaps it was a mistake coz the very spot was happily pointed to us by the Building manager and Managers can hardly be wrong no? (😂😂😂). Armed with a smile and the letter, I went to the agency and was immediately ushered in (perhaps they thought I was a prospective client, Good Start!).
Moments ticked by and an enterprising young lady presented herself. After the usual salutations, I showed her the letter and asked if it was a mistake. The confidence with which she answered (in the negative) shattered mine. She showed me the parking slot allocations which proved that she was indeed correct. I offered to immediately remove the car to which she replied... 'It's ok, I will never use the parking lot and it is my colleague who sent that letter and she also doesn't use the parking area'.

I will be honest, the first thing that ran through my mind was, 'WOW, now we don't need to park strictly within the white lines and have loads of room too'. Haha. I wished her well and promptly left.
And that's how a possible 4 months wrong parking problem got solved, smiles et al.

One learning definitely
Learning #12: Pick a fight on Mondays and look for solutions on Fridays.
Bon week-end à tous!