Frappe Saturday

Last Saturday can be considered as a great example what a day-off can look like. For breakfast we had a nice frappe in the company of two ladies who brought also croissants and ice-cream. It was a perfect beginning of the day. The sun accompanied our steps, there was nothing that could have spoiled the day.
At around 12 o'clock we had an appointment regarding the new flat, this time we met a radiant lady in the office who led our ball-pens to sign the adequate papers. I can still remember the smell of her perfume and her black dress.
A rendez-vous followed with an Italian collegue with whom we spent a river-side hour at the cafe. Even the day couldn't be spoiled by a rude waiter in one of the cafes in the centre of the town. He just asked me to leave the place if I am not going to order anything, thou my friends wanted to have a coffee. We left and chose another cafe from around 200 in the town.
In the evening we prepared a dinner and invited two friends to eat with us. The Greek dish excelled everyone's expectations. It was just mellow, to use an American expression. After this we had a touchy desert, but in the middle of it I rush to my work. Nevertheless, I continued to have a taste of the morning frappe in my mouth. Nothing more and nothing less. The perfect day was over.

Air-conditioned chickens

Yesterday during the night a bunch of chickens in a sprinter van were kept hostage on customs control. It wasn't because they didn't have necessary documents, the reason was a more trivial one. The driver of the car locked it and couldn't open the door once he was back. How could it happen? He left one key in the ignition, just to run the engine and provide air conditioning to chickens while with the other spare key he closed the door and went to fix an issue with the customs. When he was back he learnt that the door system jammed and prevented him to open the door.
The chickens were inside, they didn't know what was going on and if not helped quickly they were going to die. The driver couldn't open the door with a small passkey, and the only solution was to break the window of the car. What actually happened to the chickens? Did they survive or they shared the deadly chicken fate? I will try to learn it tonight...