Worm Like Bugs In My Basement

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In this summer of being in the labor market led him calmly. As I was the last to arrive to the job, I am also the last to choose a date to go on vacation. Consequence: I have not the end of September. Oh, woman, but what are you complaining, if everything is cheaper!. If indeed everything is cheaper and more devastated. You go at the end of September, to ask the waiter to serve fried fish with a smile. The aforementioned waiter has a desire to deal in November that he sees, because it weeks has nightmares about hungry children, parents and adolescents hysterical hormones that have not yet finished that and because he is the one that really is fried. I show my absolute solidarity with the workers in the services sector because I was one.
During my college summers I worked in a rural tourism hotel very cute, of those who loves to Madrid because it has everything: mountains, trees, river, animals and cowboy farmer overalls and plaid shirt. People who came to town they loved. They came by car to the door of the hotel as if they were to undertake a journey through the Amazon and / or the Sahara: ten pants pockets, vest ten CHIRUCA pockets. That was the uniform and then spend three of the seven evenings in the hotel sleeping, one in Llanes, one in pots, one on the beach and the last on the bus that goes to the Lakes. The impeccable CHIRUCA Madrid again. Of course, the truth, the worse when the costumes were all over and wanted to be like Indiana Jones. So he gave them to go to the mountain to walk to, finally, lost. The story was always the same: "Let's go for a little walk through the mountains," he said. To which the hotel owner responded, "Well, go down that path, do not deviate, do not eat anything they see on the floor, bring a jacket and telephone. animals are real, ie, bite, scratch and scarves. If cows have horns are not fighting bulls, so I abstain to become bullfighters. Finally, turn around when they see that begins at dusk. "Hikers often look to the hotel with a mixture of indignation -" this will think we're stupid! "- And excitement -" there are cows! Do you leave bullfight? --. No failed. Four hours later the phone rang, "Hey, is the hotel?. Look I'm Isabel, Madrid's room seven, is that we lost because we saw a very cute way and we turn, the child ate a kind of berries met and you feel worse, my husband gave a tumble a wild bull and stung him something when cut some branches to make a saving cabin because we forget the jackets and the truth, it is night at all, it's cold. What we do. Ah! and answer faster than I'm running out of battery. "