Laugenpretzel

I went to Heinz the other day. he runs the German Deli Shop, which draws, just like a magnet, the Krauts and others, magically. And usually, for the drive home I take a Laugenpretzel, salty, and chew to keep me occupied until the moment comes where I alone at home, unpack, like presents the bloodpudding and Harzer cheese, and have a feast of reminiscence. This time I drove the open Jeep, a sudden shower came as a surprise, it watered me inside and out, and, like Poseidon, I prevailed, arrived at home with limp and soggy pretzel.