Like I said yesterday, I didn't join my friends to Leidschenveen
(or whatever the name is) for basketball. Instead, I took care of some shit that needed to be taken care of�or so I tried…
First, I went to Postbank to pick up my new bank pass (I recieved a letter days earlier that said I could come and pick it up), and a form to report my stolen OV Student Card.
I took a number. Hardly to my surprise, it was number 222. The number that was up next was in de 190 range. The numbers weren't going by exactly fast either, and since it was crazy hot, I decided to wait outside. I don't know how long I waited exactly, but I do know it was long enough.
When it was finally my turn, I told the nice lady at the counter what I had came for. The form wasn't a problem�she handed it over right away. Now it was time for the bank pass. She handed me a envelop, combined with the words here is your pin code
(translated from Dutch). I give her a blank stare and ask; … and where is my pass?
She said she didn't know, and that her [whatever] said it was about a pin code. She gave me a phone number that I can call if they don't send the pass by mail (which I don't expect), and I headed to the police station to report my stolen stuff.
At the police station, I told the nice lady at the counter (yes, alot of nice ladies…I know) I wanted to report a map with passes, and a OV Student Card in particular, stolen. It appeared I couldn't report the Student Card because I had to fill in some things on the form that I don't know by heart. I could report the rest, though: she had another form for that. I filled it in, handed it off, and headed home.
Feeling kind of unfulfilled�since I didn't get a new pass, nor being able to report my Student Card�I got home and opened the little envelop that was given to me. Guess what? It has the very same pincode in it that I've known by heart for many years now.
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So let me get this straight; they got me waiting for�what�hours? To�what�pick up my pincode that I could have told them? This makes no fucking sense. Do I have Please waste my time
written on my forehead? Even if I do, does it mean it applies to you? Luckaly, I got the Student Card form, so it doesn't feel like a complete waste. I called the number the lady had given me: no response. (Sigh.)
There were a couple of more things I had wanted to take care of this day, but I was done with it now. Time to blow off a bit of steam again: time to play some 'ball. Luckaly, Enrique was online. He said he and a lot of our basketball buddies (that I had not joined earlier) were going to play at Centraal a bit later. I packed my bags and went on my way.
I didn't feel all too well when I first got there, but it turned out to be a lot of fun. I don't know what was up today, but I saw everybody pull off some amazing feats. Rebounds, dribbles, blocks, dunks; we had it all. I stayed pretty low-profile myself (though I did dish out some of my signature crazy passes), mainly because I was enjoying the show too damn much.
We've agreed to meet up again tomorrow�who knows we might be able to pull off some more of this (that'd be awesome)�but we're not yet sure where. I'm going to (try to) take care of some stuff again first tomorrow, but I'm not going to stress about anything.
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