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I'm here!
Kiitti vaan.
In the springtime, when the snow melts, all children are engineers.
They changed the labels at the job cantina. Before, the two labels at the trash cans did lack some details, but were of different colours. Now they're stuffed with information but look the same. Before, people would look at the labels and make a logical deduction on which can is right. Now they stand and stop the traffic because they actually have to read the two nearly identical signs to know which can is for recycling and which is for the rest. Beautiful..
Sign below the cig-o-matic: if you're too short to reach the button, ask the cashier for help.
Hmph. If you're too short to reach the button, maybe you shouldn't smoke. Or if you're in a wheelchair, maybe you're smart enough to ask. Dammit.
A trolley (or whatever you call it in your part of the world) *must* be dark blue :)
Who taught you how to ride a bike?
My dad. I still remember it, and thinking of it, it is one of the most vivid memories i have left of him. We were at this traffic park (i don't know if you have them in your part of the world, but basically it's a bunch of streets with traffic signs and all, resembling the streets of a small town but meant for kids and their bikes). I felt very wobbly but my dad said just pedal on and i'll hold on to your bike for as long as is needed.
I pedal'ed and wobbled, my dad jogged behind the bike. In fact, i can still hear his steps now.
Eventually my biking started to get stable enough for me to actually trust my own biking. I believed i looked behind and my smiling dad told me that he'd already let go of the bike long ago!
In retrospect, i don't know how that didn't turn out to be the penultimate trustbreaker, but it wasn't. Instead, i learned how to bike.
Thanks dad. I'll teach my kids too.
