Oh Mother
I just finished a big sale, paid almost entirely in cash.
As soon as the customer came out I opened the cash register, taken over all € 100 notes, and I fanned. I found myself saying "how beautiful the money, my mom how beautiful, they also feel a strange desire to sniff. I worry
I fix everything or buying a tuba and a blue frock? Let us also that I could not avoid a face like a knife when, a few days ago, my wife has "squandered" the money to buy three pairs of jeans yesterday and I ran away, trying not to look at the offer of the Puma to 29 , 90 by launching a dumb smile on my Timberland five years ago with a hint of a hole in the sole thinking "stand up to big, I do not need more."
Oh, Mom.
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