The Maffay isn't called the Maffay, but indeed he is calling himself like that. In reality it is a dentist, or something in that size, in any cases, last year he had been smashing a beer on the ground for no reason beside drama, but then also checked my teeth, of which I am still grateful. Him is calling, because he is needing a person with driving license to collect something, but so I say, yes sure I can do that, and so I will go and do the things for him, this is what we agreed on, through the phone and someone else. However, it happens first that we meet each other in a hallway, that there is a wonderful woman next to him, so I assume the Maffay might be less indecent as I memorized him. I make him flowers, I say good do you do. But then, him starting to mock my dialect, I don't forgive, although I need a dentist. So I sit in opposition on the bar table, like little princess, because there is not one chair left beside mine, and so I ask if he can check my teeth, and he says, I should see a doctor. Me, confused, because all doctors on the table, then me also thinking, ah is like my mothers understanding of the doctor. I got it. I go.