Acting on a hot tip about an English-speaking playgroup, Dad stuffed an umbrella in the shopping trolley and me in the daddy saddle, and out we went into the drizzle to catch a 45-minute S-Bahn ride. From the station, we trudged 15 minutes through weather that couldn't make up its mind until we came to the church where the cross marks the spot.Circumnavigating the church failed to flush out a single rug-rat, but we did learn that they would be back the next week with no holidays. Since this is a Catholic church, I think that means in about 17 years. To cheer dad up, I steered him into a cafe where they had Erdbeer Schnitte on special so I could eat most of his slice.
Dad missed the train home twice in a row. The moral of this tale is, don't mess around when you're trying to catch the S-Bahn in Ottobrunn. Long story, short cake.
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