Sigi's tips | The concrete mixer has to wait

By Sigi Heinrich It'll probably be my turn soon too. I can already feel the first waves of consumerism tugging at my wallet after the delicate openings of the previous bans. But I know it won't stay that way. Soon the breakers will come and they will shake me like crazy so that I finally throw myself into the foaming spray of the shopping temples. Great things are expected of me. I have to save the country and rebuild it now. Buy pants (quarantine requires new sizes), shoes, toys, a new food processor, scooter, flower vases. Whatever is within easy reach on the shelves. Maybe also a concrete mixer, because I'm allowed to go to the hardware stores. Sales volume. Sales volume. A few shovels, rakes, a hammer. Whatever you need for your daily needs. Also decorates the garage. Speaking of the garage. A car. Yes, a new car would be particularly worthwhile because it really makes a difference and helps reduce the economic downturn. I looked a little on the internet in my home office. During work hours, I admit. But nobody saw it. So don't tell anyone. And my dear… discounts, discounts. Without end. There are a lot of discounts on offer, especially for the good old combustion engine. There are also electric cars. Without a discount (!) - Sinfully expensive but at least with four seats. We shouldn't overdo it with this silent driving. The models are chic. Everything is digitized, of course, and equipped with a system that detects if the driver has previously tested positive for Confid-19. The car then automatically increases the distance. And there is a special compartment in the center console where you can sterilize your face mask while driving. You never know. I want to help, but I can't Such pandemics simply come and go without any planning security. Well, the masks cost extra in the color of the paintwork. But please: Have you ever thought sensibly when buying a car? What else do I need? A new, stylish desk would be a dream. One like the one I had in the office, because at home I sit at the kitchen table. Once the furniture stores open, there's no stopping them. Then I throw myself into the fray. Distance back and forth. Sales, sales. I want to help, honestly. I want things to get better again. Right now. Immediately. But I can not. Sorry. I'm really sorry that the economy has to be stimulated without me. Because I'm on short-time work and the impending bankruptcy of the company I work for, which hasn't been allowed to produce for weeks, is giving me sleepless nights. The vacation pay was the reserve. That's gone, just like the vacation itself. My, our personal future is at stake. The balance is shrinking at the same rate as the fear is increasing every day. It's not working. The state has to do something with my money, because my money is there in the billions of trillions. So: The old car is still working fine. The concrete mixer will be pushed open, the scooter will be repaired and the tried and tested whisk will continue to replace the food processor. And the trouser seams are unraveled and the waistband is expanded a little. I'm looking for a used sewing machine in the classifieds market. Then I can sew the masks myself.

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Sigi's tips | The concrete mixer has to wait

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