- Do not bring change? - that girl I said dryly, devoting a gaze for a moment made me imagine that I was paying with rat carcasses. "No, Miss" - I replied, somewhat infected by his bad temper and crossed my arms, sending a message of "Te Ching.
Since I entered the store, I could see that joy is not a requirement to work in a Oxxo. Long faces, gaunt, with boredom. To the guy who was filling the refrigerator of beer seemed to have a family in the cellar, with a shotgun in the head and a threat: "O fill the fridge or your mom will die here" - Poor - I'm after. But while the cash register goslings, iced tea cans, boxes of gum, a lemon-scented ball, rather it seems like floor cleaner ... Beep, beep, and every trinket that adds to the accounts receivable will I reluctantly approached the confrontation. Bothers me to meet people like that. Finally, our little dialogue full of courage. Total
, which found no case to explain that it is their duty to have change. That's not an insult to pay thirty dollars a cigar with a hundred, he should do his work with the joy of those who have one to live. A bitch. Just went out and lit the already had in hand. Yes, I opened the box of cigars, and everything I change back into pure trash, bound by my actions, I enjoyed it greatly. I felt as if he had mocked the prowl for a Bengal tiger and skewer me to a villa ready to lend a little black maid to a pagan fertility rite and stuff.
not understand much of the morning courage. What I know is that it seems absurd to me waking up each day to lose like that, to torturing the liver, to like people badly ... to devalue. Maybe it happens that, absorbed in my peculiar way of living and seeing life, I've noticed that others are tired. Fed up with the salary not enough for living, tired of dealing with vicious early morning, with pairs of patterns nightmare and slave, quén know. I remembered
full cans brush, medium stiff and badly washed. Albanene paper without ink, the left half-filled notebooks ... tales without end ... of the clay that I shot to give the breath of life to make me famous. I'm not that girl so different after all. Maybe it's just that I'm building up my eyes away from things that make me get up so bad. Yes, it should be.
It's time to clean. To regain what's important and get rid of that mess of things past, memories that bother and disturb as to start the rest of my life with a happy face and an attitude of new ticket. I can not believe has already been said my last word, or that I've done everything I could. In fact, now that I I think, I'm starting.
do you not had? ... And all thanks to a jeton not want to change. Now they go by another pack, I will invite you to a gum weight ... Dillet of a hundred.
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