It often happens that you walk past the usual old lady while you're in line at the supermarket. I'm retired, do not know how to pass the time that separates them from their departure, but always in a hurry to see them seem worse than a clerk on Wall Street.
happen too often, with a straight face aged eighty years of experience in the field, saying that they will quickly justify why they need only ask one thing quickly. And so say all the time when it is certain that there put an eternity with absurd questions that inevitably tilt send a cashier. "Look, I have eight hundred and fifty points, I wanted to pick up the pan prize.'s Just that I have not glued them wants to have a moment?". Or: "Look, in this pack of six eggs there was a marcia.Vede? Did I reach ... I refund the difference?". And other things like that.
A little 'less is the usual request dell'arzilla octogenarian who passed me in the queue with the speed and accuracy of all the Ferrari Alonzo, of course, just because he had to do something fast. He wanted to change a wrinkle cream. I mean, WRINKLE. What he had in his face were visible marks of Nazca from a plane. There were cracks that could only fill, he would understand any decorator.
Normally to be overtaken by an old one would be angry. Instead I was laughing while my eye was passing from the jar of wrinkle cream to her face and vice versa. And while I kept thinking WRINKLE.
I have stayed as long as I could, but then I no longer resist:
"Lord, look, the lines that did not go with that even if you put cream in carp!"
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