"New year, new life? Dunno, but I will try. The first thing I do is update the blog more often, which is not complicated, because the last item is less than three months ago. Finally, I want to be more consistent with my spiritual wanderings, I want to be more diligent in terms of telling my life and I want to be more talkative and funny when I put in front of computer ... I'm going to eat a Mohon!
Ay! These parties are killing me. Physically and mentally. Emotionally overwhelm me, I get the nerves and piss me off. I have long since assumed that the holidays are for spending money, eating too much and distort with the known, but even if I know, it does overwhelm the day to day of December.
could tell endless stories relating to Christmas shopping, to business dinners or family gatherings, but it happened. I'll tell you something much worse, something that is unmatched in the world of the stories, something that is unparalleled and is worthy of reverence by all ... the post office.
Yes indeed, the post office, namely the principal. For reasons that are irrelevant, I have to go occasionally to the post office located in the Plaza de Las Flores Cadiz. Usually it is a fun place where you can go through situations rather surreal, but at Christmas, it gets even worse, a parody that could have come from the mind of 'The Morancos' by 'Tuesday and thirteen' or of 'cross and stripe. "
People at that time insists on sending things not rule the rest of the year. For good. On 22 I have to go to the post and I find an amazing location. A lady, probably in the vineyard, it goes there with a cart loaded with Day two rugs, comforter, two bottles of Ballantines, and Iberian shoulder.
My first thought was that the lady came to buy, and had taken the car precisely because he had come to take a little notes or pay any recibito. Obviously it was not. When it's your number one after mine, is placed in the window of my side and starts to put everything on the counter. First the carpet, then the quilt, then the shoulder and end the two bottles. The officer tries to tell you to stop, try telling that just can not send anything, you have to wrap it, to put the address, etc. The lady did not want to ignore anything and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from the bottom of your pocket ... "This kid goes here. How is it? "
Incredible. We are all stunned by such a show of ease and naturalness. Personally I think the lady does know that and can not do things, but gives a bit as well and will try to send any at all costs.
Officer: Ms. Look, so you can not send anything.
Mrs: Chiquillo arme er favorable that my child is mu lejo.
Officer: Ms. I can not really be impossible. Ms.
: At least the quilt is very cold there.
Clerk: That no ma'am it has to wrap.
Ms. What does that as a child? "You can help me? At least the quilt.
Officer: Ms. Look We have a paper you can purchase and place.
: Go! Pónmelo you who I know and I am many more.
Official: Come true lady, but only the quilt.
man full of patience, help women to prepare the package. Meanwhile, those who are beginning to whisper behind, but nobody says anything ... it's Christmas.
Ms.: Thanks son. Now the carpets. If it costs you ná.
Now the officer did not murmur, he wrapped the rugs and put them to ship.
Officer: Ms. Good Enough!
already left for the only lady whiskey bottles and shoulder ham. Ms.
: Vale child. Er I eat ham and drink my whiskey st. I did not see to shoot with what Costao ma! No?
Clerk: Mrs good bye and have happy holidays.
Then, seeing the lady rueful out of the post office and still carrying the ham and bottles, my great friend consciousness appears just above my right shoulder.
'Chanoooo bastard. Er Echale cable to the women '' Chanoooo that is going to die with so much whiskey, and his son is mu lejoooo '
Aro, as always happens, I call Ms and tell her that I will wrap it up. The lady thanked me and give me a kiss. Incidentally, I click a lot and makes me blush cheek, but not shame, but the mustache.
On the shoulder is almost no problem, put it in wrapping paper and do not throw me after pa. The trouble comes with the bottles, as I say, they have go in special boxes.
So I say to Mrs: " Lady, the whiskey has to go in a special box. Buy it and I stuffed the papers " Mrs. answers: " Oh, I have no money son, I Gastao tó as before and to buy things. Are many faces? ".
Yes, you noticed. I have had to pay Mrs. boxes and besides, I have had to pay shipping, which was not small feat. The boy in the skirt is in Sweden. It could have been an exchange student in Lisbon! It is the bastard child!
beating at 10 Post and did not leave until the 14. I went with hands greased with the shoulder and pocket empty the fridge Carpanta.
So ended my 2008. Naturally I hope that 2009 will come better. For starters, I no longer pay more attention to consciousness and the next time you see the angel, I cut the wings and I put a muzzle!
