The colleague who taught maths in hungarian was also a blood donor, so we somehow organized ourselves last year and now too to take some students, as much as we can gather. The date we picked intentionally, to be now and symmetrically in the spring (and did so, 7th of march), mostly because it's near the end of trimester, so they have written tasks to do - in serbian, maths, mechanics (the latter because this is mašinska). Donating blood entitles them to a day off, so luck for everyone, the blood may help someone, and the donor will avoid the written. The colleagues who held the written would be a bit grumpy for it, but okay.
We gathered quite a group, at least fifteen - regardless of the scarcity of seniors, as for 16 divisions of third grade we had only four of the fourth, and them being minors mostly, there were enough of the repeaters and of those who already sailed past their 18th birthday.
In the hospital they weren't too happy to see us, because with these numbers they'll be working on securing and processing the donations the next afternoon as well, just ahead of the four day holiday, thus their plans to sneak out earlier were in vain. But there, we two also had justification to skip a few classes...
And I took the car for the occasion, to be able to get everywhere on time. I had parked behind the hospital, the railway station side, and there were people waiting for the bus as I was getting into the car to leave. And some chick hitchhiked me. Turns out she remembered me from somewhere, she worked in the bank at the beginning of our street. I never set foot in there, I was getting salary by Ljubljanska banka and this was Banatska, but the škija and newspapers I regularly bought at the kiosk just six meters to their door, could be from there.
As I picked her up, I lost track of the traffic sign behind which I stopped, and 50m later a cop pulls me over. I have no idea what was it that I did wrong and what was the sign, I was guilty regardless and there it was, no way out. Well okay, I said I'll pay... and pulled out my checks. Because I had no cash with me, not that much. But I'm willing to pay, to whom should I write the check... And there the cop starts complaining how checks are trouble, I'd have to write it in his name, then he'd have to take it to station and log it, then go to the bank to cash it, then go back to the station to hand over the money, getting home a whole hour later. So he let me go.
Her I saw maybe once, next year when I had to switch banks.
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