(for your comfort, the rest of this post will be translated in English)
“Allo, this is Mrs Royan, from the Credit Voleur, your bank.”
“Yes, “oh”. Do you know you are overdrown by 600 euros? From withdrawals in Amtserdam. Are you on holidays? Can we meet and discuss your options?”
So I pretended I was going through a tunnel and turned my phone off.
I went to the shop were I was supposed to have an interview on Monday, begged (the Japanese way, on my knees), and got a job.
And after all, wearing clothes from 1991 is not so bad. I can just pretend I am Zach Morris in Saved by the Bell.