few days ago I had to go to a nude beach to make a note in the newspaper
was how to conclude that supply information, in which he described in great detail that heavenly place located in an area near the creek Horcón, north of Valparaíso metropolitan area, I lost my cell phone.
Why do not you get into the crack? mocking said some colleagues to know the history. The point is that my trusty phone was dragged by a wave when resting under my Sunga, while I entered the water to take me some pictures, which, of course, were never published.
Anyway, I had left my notebook, cell phone and a bathing suit top to protect the team from the sun, but once they had the coconuts and raisins and decided to leave the water, I realized that the only thing that remained in place was imported from green sunga Brazil.
Despondently sought the damn phone. I found none. The graph, then handed me his cell to make some urgent calls, and then returned to Valparaiso. Forty minutes later I stepped outside my house in Viña del Mar and I started to write and hating the world.
Hours passed, and in my mind was the memory of my Nokia phone latent Blue disappeared from my own carelessness, even though I left it far from the surf. It was this thought that led me to wonder that perhaps Pilucho a clever scoundrel would have with my phone. It is possible, I said ... 84225362 dialed, waited. Busy tone. Poseidon Hello here! What the fuck you want stuff? Nothing but my imagination was hopeful that some jerk had it.
So then I went to the streets to see if I could fix the mess. First, I went to the company that lent me the services. They said they would rather lose me as a customer before passing me a new computer at zero cost and that, my only option was to keep paying and wait for the seventh ballot change plans and buy a computer for 10 Ni cagando lucas, get out to hell Culiao thieves! I thought as I smiled warmly to the executive.
alienated and I went out to competition. I asked what needed to open an account. The stupid idiot who served me gave me directions, asking for a current account that I have, or a department store card that you can imagine, not possessed.
Parti, thereby giving me trading houses around the mall to see which gave me a card. In three hours, no. All or was too young and had to have some plastic another store or just very poor for having one.
And indeed who could give a card to a jerk of 23 years ago to freelance out a month with CAEU 200 lucas? Finally, I remembered I had an American Express and presented in a shop right! I got fit.
I went upstairs and told me asshole hueón going to access my data to assess ... two hours. I was talking to the vendors that I inspected to determine whether a subject was reliable. I am the son of a bitch! thought.
Time passed. The seller, about 16 years, said, "you can only access an account controlled plan of 16 thousand." I then told him he did not want this plan and wanted the 14 thousand who brought better conditions. However, the brat and crumpled to say "you by your age and income can only take this." sent him straight to hell for wasting my time.
Humiliated left the Mall, walked around Liberty and went to another branch of the same brand. I attended a mine who spoke more than political campaigning, but who, after all, it played completely. I draw my identity card to prove that they were people, my American or, in fact, the American
With my new device called the old number Hello Poseidon here to talk! Rechucha What do you want? Damn dolphins that eggs so much, so amariconaditos who left the idiots! ... Nothing again was my imagination trying to locate my ex cell which, by now, and should be across the Pacific.
Anyway, I must say that "ill wind that blows no good", and thanks to this incident could lose phone numbers that would never have had the courage to delete, People finally had the chance to escape forever from my life, but paradoxically remember see al el mar.
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