Lars rang the door bell. It was a warm day and this was Lars his last ride before he could go home. Sure he knew that he was very late and that the pizza he was carrying had to be cold, but he was thinking that his 18-year-old smile whould do the trick once more.
The door opened and Lars step in the Dutch house. "Come upstairs, young man". He took two steps on the stairs when the door closed automaticly. "You took your time, boy!" said a man who was clearly in his early thirties.
"Sorry, sir, my scooter broke down" Lars replied, "but you get three guilders off..... that will be 18 guilders then." The man looked at Lars and Lars looked back. "So, your scooter broke down he? What was that noise I just heard then? You walking your bike?"
Lars felt that he was caught and didn't answer. "Put the pizza on the table in the room, I will get the money" said the man stern. When Lars entered the room he tripped over the doorramp and threw the pizza on the white carpet. There he lay, flat on his stomach lookin at the biggest stain he ever saw.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, BOY ???? LOOK AT MY CARPET !" the man shouted furiously. He grabbed Lars by his ear and drag him to the chair. "SIT DOWN BOY AND DO NOT MOVE AN INCH !"
"sorry, sir, I... I tripped... I didn't do it on purpose.... sorry, sir, really sorry....." Lars looked a littlebit scared to the man. "euh sorry, but can I go, I... euh again sorry"
"You'll be very sorry, boy, when I'm done with you!" the man said in a very low voice. "You can choose your own punishment for being late and throwing my cold pizza on my white carpet..."
"euh punishment, sir? what do you mean by punishment, I don't understand...."
"Well, either you get your ass spanked by my hand or by my belt! It will be your choise, boy! Make up your mind."
Lars looked at the man and he knew that instand that he was not going to leave there with his ass not being slapped!
to be continued.....