Today when I went to the bar to take my (s) beer (s) to celebrate another day finishing long and hard (I am a teacher!), At one point took out a pen to record something.
Soon, a guy who was next to us asked if I had pen. Well of course I have pen, if you just used. But she smiled with my natural charm and lent him the pen. Then I returned the pen. Then I again asked the pen. Then I returned the pen. And 4 times at least.
Time to pay and as there is always a mess because if I pay you and you pay and they pay me, I trust and pay it touches and ball point. Mostly because the few times I've complained in this bar I ended up paying more because they had missed the shot of the truck or the fifth in the pallet. The
and done. Pay, pick up my bag, sunglasses and my body mountain and say, ADEUUU. But no, for me it's pen. "Sorry, but I have paid for a beer. Not you have said and want you to know." And answered: "That?". And he says: "So many times me the pen, and I owed something, no?". I said, 'Man, if it is a crappy pen. I give it. " (Making it clear that it was a nice pen, gift or not you tired of wine). But would not my pen. Exact words: "No woman, just thank you. I have a house full of pens."
I said, "Okay, thanks, goodbye", while thinking how it must be a character with a house full of pens. I
creo que solo le faltaba presentarse y pedirme la mano en matrimonio.
Ha llegado el verano!
Por cierto, la palabra "boli" es brutal. Es de estas palabras que cuanto más veces la ves escrita, más piensas que has inventado la palabra.
Estoy por volver a escribir el post poniendo "bolígrafo" porque me da menos cosa, pero paso!
Decir: boli, boli, boli me da ganas de cantar pero me voy a dedicar a "RED LORRY, YELLOW LORRY, RED LORRY, YELLOW LORRY", porque me divierte más.
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