Perfectly could have been with her friends, emperifolladitas all of them, compared to around biscuits in the coffee-tasting turn. Chatting, gossiping, or complaining about the youth of today, you have to see how piggy you are, how to leave everything after bottle.
But no. Was in the car, a vehicle of upper-middle range, probably a Passat , moving through the streets of Deusto. Beside her, her husband, well dressed, classy, \u200b\u200ba kind. Suddenly a light turns red, and the car stopped beside me, who was walking down the sidewalk. Discuss something, it opens the door, and the lady, so resolute, so determined, with their designer sunglasses and blond class well, throws some ball into the garden of a tree planted in the sidewalk. With the bad luck that "something" keeps rolling along the sidewalk. She is unfazed. I take a couple of quick steps to stop the rolling object. It was a car freshener, a kill-paff . It seems that he had exhausted the essence, and what better place to deposit it next to a tree in the sidewalk on a public street. I'm looking for about 10 seconds. I look, but nothing. Slightly lift your hands, as demanding an explanation. Look the other way. Talk. Open the door, reluctantly, and inquisitorial tone, I said "Tramel, bring it." Thus, the imperative, as if thinking the bad fortune that has come across such a picky . "Let's see if the next traffic light to another I am not stupid." And I say nothing. I'm speechless. But I can not help thinking that, maybe tomorrow, she will address the pastries in the coffee-tasting, complaining about the youth of today, what are piggy ...
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