Shortly before her departure my amante dropped one of her contact lenses in the washbasin.
We were just busy fighting over all my social obligations, when it happened.
I told her: “Say good-bye to your contacts.” But she went straight to the front desk and insisted on a plumber. Sometimes she is nuts.
Two hours later the plumber arrived, and amid a myriad of hair and sand he found one of her contact lenses.
I offered him fifty zloty but he refused the money. He walked away hastily.