12. Kids
We’re walking to get a coffee, my arm around M’s shoulder, when a group of kids on bikes rides up the other way.
As they go level with us this Dougie Howser looking m*ther f@cker with a sh!t-eating grin1 splashes us with his water bottle. It’s a quality splash, something like half the bottle dripping down our fronts.
Later that day our door buzzer sounds. It’s almost always a delivery so we just click it open, but the front door remains closed. Looking out the window we see a group of kids walk away, laughing, as their friend runs to catch up.
Is this related to Luilak, an annual event where people march through the streets banging pots, sell flowers at night, and generally get up to mischief?
We agree if these are the worst things to happen to us in Haarlem, we’re doing pretty good.2
This describes about 80% of Dutch children.
So far these have been the worst things.