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Ingeborg Herrmann
Fish cook, 54 years
January 1989

»I never beat around the bush. Some people
bite their tongues and then they end up getting
stomach cramps. I also tell the boss
he’s an arse-hole.«

 

Except: There used to be two of us working nights. I remember once I wanted to park out the front, but some tart wouldn’t let me in. They’re always hanging about here. She told me to bugger off, reckoned that was her spot. I says: Are you nuts? I’m parking here! You know what she did? She came in here with five other cows, all armed with umbrellas and the two of us were standing here frying fish. They wanted to charge us with their umbrellas. So Leila took a crate and I grabbed the hose.

I says: If you come any closer, I’m turning the hose on youse! I would have turned the cold water on full blast – and that was in winter. They never tried that one on again. And then I wanted to know who told them where we worked. It turned out it was a colleague! I really gave him a piece of my mind! We didn’t speak to each other for a year. You deceitful bastard, I says, coming in here with five tarts, and all of you wielding huge umbrellas and the two of us standing here like a couple of ninnies! But Leila wasn’t chicken, she chased them with a wooden crate and wanted to smash it over their heads.

But the tarts who are here now are all quite nice. They come in here at night and fetch a plaice or a fish-ball and they’re big tippers. But there are a few crazy ones as well. The new one, the one in the pants-suit, she’s pretty cheeky. I’ve already told Hilde about her. I told her: I’m going to tell that one a thing or two, the cheeky cow! One of her customers just stopped right in the middle of the street. And do you reckon I could get through? I waited for ages while he was bargaining with her and the line of cars was getting longer and longer. I flashed my lights at her and the old cow comes running up to my car and abuses me, and how, I tell you: You stinking cunt! That’s what she said.

Well, anyway, I should basically go on working here for another six years, but at the moment I can’t see myself stopping when I’m 60. I don’t think I’d like that. I have six weeks holidays, but when they’re over, I just have to get back here. I miss it somehow. I dunno. And the main thing is, when I’m not here, all you hear is: Where’s Inge? Where’s Inge? ...

 

 

 

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