Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Bunionette Surgery Gone Wrong

The Keys of St. Peter

-A I wash my taxi, "he said.
My neighbor tossed the bag of newly purchased invoices.
"Hey, what good are the croissants!
"I'm talking about the car, do you hear? I wash it. Do not let anyone touch it.
-take, hold one. They are delicious.
- And go with the croissants! Anyway, yesterday I took the holiday to bathe my baby. 'Tobacco of cute!
"I'm going for the third ...
" First I gave him out, he rubbed every inch, until I put perfumito.
- And ...?
-I smoked a fag while I watched. It was perfect! After the inside: seats, windows, carpets, mirror ... everything! And while rubbing the handle I heard a clunk. Without thinking, I looked to see what happened. It was a rough bunch of keys that I had dented the roof, in that, he appeared, half-blurred, the image of San Pedro, saying: "These are the keys to my kingdom, you can go whenever you want ...." I looked and, hesitating, I said, "No, no, thank you, for now, I want to stay here." When I opened eyes I was in the taxi, I had thrown five minutes and fell asleep. What a relief!
"Yes, really. If you were not in the oven. And then ...?
"Nothing, I kept laburando. The usual: passengers up and down, dirty, fight to become ever give you. In short, all day together crumbs that you do not even enough for the bills ...
- ... but for electricity bills and gas, not croissants how are you.
"The point is that after of such a day I came home and just wanted to rest. I went to bed and I apoliyƩ, was dead! In it, the phone rang, it was a recording: Congratulations!. has won a weekend for two in San Pedro, in a luxury hotel, call your ...
-It was another dream, do not tell me ...
"No, it was true . It was time for me to win a prize, which for two people yes? I am separated from the skinny, I have no children, my friends as a couple ... In the end, I called. Total try not lose anything. It turns out that two days later I was in the terminal waiting for the bus. I went and looked with suspicion the driver, walked to the seat that I played. The cover, in fact, was stained. That's why I wash my car myself.


The city of San Pedro (and his people)
where I enjoyed some nice days this summer.

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