mixer the compensating concrete can be mixed with Tupper and hand mixer. Or with a mechanical mixer, such as I found out yesterday. That could be a lot easier, save time and effort, "said a friend. That convinced me of course equal. You can also rent them in hardware stores, at about 12-15 € for day.
forced, what a strange word beklopptes. In order to decipher what is behind it, I google first "mixer rent Berlin. I get a few results appear, none of them in Berlin, but at least I can have time to make a picture of the device.
at four before 20.00 clock to reach someone in fact or in a hardware store Mietwerkzeugabteilung. Compulsory mixer rent is not.
the next morning when I continue my research, I will after several phone calls but still find it. There is a mixer, the rent still is. Shortly later, I am
there with my lease, and had persuaded the landlord to help me raise the mixer into my car.
"My car is rather small." I had informed him in advance at the bar.
"Hmm. I have seen." he replies with a look that might suggest that I, but I'd rather not do it.
I'm already on the car, everything was ready, rear seat folded down, spread out blankets and myself mentally geared up to heave like a large proportion of 80 kg, because I see this man out of anyone else.
"The fit is not pure."
"Well, certainly fits the pure. We have to raise it with the roles first pure, so that they are right there. Where are the other strong men?" I ask, and am looking for safety's sake again.
"No one there." That's enough, in principle, yes for an answer.
"Ah, that are coming. We maintain." So we wait.
40 seconds later I lose my patience.
"I think perhaps we should better ask somebody." I am thinking aloud to myself.
He returns to his kiosks and telephones. Equivalent to two Bauhaus definitely a strong staff, I speculate to myself. But somehow, doing nothing. As I catch sight of quite a close in the parking lot Cars in the passenger seat, a male member of society. The car is there, aufgekurbelt the window. I go sometimes, I think I can not hurt. As I get closer, I see that a woman is sitting at the wheel.
Oh, maybe have a conversation or a relationship crisis Parkplatzrendevouz? I ask myself and then decide that to raise a small variety, namely a mixer in a small car, certainly the relaxation of the conversation is relevant.
"Are you strong?" I asked the man
"no." he answers, shaking his head.
"Yes, certainly you are!" but he can not fool me, though, if he had a back problem, would the stupid of course. "It's about my mixer. For we are only a couple, and be pure in my car, because we definitely need help. Is not hard to determine." I lure him.
Looking for a wife, and then he gets out.
"Hello!" I shout into the kiosks. He still calls. "I've found someone."
The three of us now face the car.
"Do you want to transport the car with the mixer?" asks the newcomer.
I'm staring at a concrete mixer, and then on my car. That was good. I laugh.
"does not fit in there." he says next. He was not so good, and I do not laugh.
"Yes, I have also said." mixing in the first.
"Of course fits of the pure. I'll take now. Los take you time with. "I cannot the mixer has a little bit, to indicate that I was serious.
raise Reluctantly the machine.
" The bottom part first, "I suggest.
" Then lies The engine in the middle, you can not. "
" Why? "I ask myself, and the two.
" This is too heavy. "
" Oh, but the thing only weighs 80 kg stone and recently I have concrete bags determined 250 kg transported, "I exaggerate a little," since creating the 80 loose! "
you lift him to the upper part of the front. At the opening they get caught, the diameter of the cover is too large. Immediately place to the mixer again.
"I say but that does not fit in there." The men nod to reaffirming.
I am at a loss in the short term.
"I can not believe it. I thought the match ..."
"Yeah, think, when women ..." They throw themselves knowing glances, the two men. I say nothing now once I calm down, and scan again the size of the machine. It fits quite sure I'm there. Something else I want to believe anyway, because eventually I will take with the device. I want this
"Then I have time." good-bye to the second. Then we are back there alone.
"Well, I'm sure it fits." I tell the landlord, who had already Here, zurückzurollern my machine again.
"At best, we make the contract to reverse." Undo what?
"Hey!" Welcomes the landlord a man who now enters the scene. Oh, I think, how good can he help carry us.
"The there?" he asks the landlord, who nodded, and he does not look at me, but on my mixer.
"Could you have tomorrow. It is rented for the day."
I look at him. He's not come to help, who wants my machine.
"It fits because it is never pure." Without trying, he goes again.
now is the mixer back to his old place.
"This can I do not believe, "I say to the landlord," the determined fit in there, "
He looks really friendly, and also a bit perplexed.
I have a feeling that the thing is gone. But I stop. The mixer are here have? go away without again? And then mix everything with a hand blender? How exhausting it is. No. No. No!
"I can not accept it!" Now I'm back at me. "Please, please let We try again. Only once. Please! "It's not my style, but now I set times on a female face." Please. "A little prayer, the highlight weaker sex. We are finally on the site. Men like that, right?
"Okay." He pushes the mixer back to my car. We lift him to second, this time I'm strong enough. I want to. At the edge we get stuck. We put him down again.
"Does not fit, I'll say yes."
"Please, let's make it the way I first said. The feet first. So pure, he can quiet a bit to survive, it will remain so dependent on the edge, by the weight that is safe enough, does not slide get out. "
He's almost there, there is a lever attached to the edge.
"Does not fit."
"Now turn 90 degrees to me." as to me.
On the way home to blow the heat full speed, the rear door open a bit. I sing loudly to the music on the radio. Like a G6, Like a G6!
"This is nothing that I have to take pictures, may I?" The landlord had asked me at my departure, and then made an after-photo. At home, I post with enthusiasm the only photo I had made. A before photo.
evening my son and I sit at dinner. I very much want him to finally tell the legendary mixer history.
"Do you know what happened to me today?" to raise me.
"No, I was still not on facebook."