We're in the middle of another week of work and the same fools. Waiting for the weekend to rest as soon as possible ... to rest or to the same thing happened to me this past Saturday:
On Friday, cheerful and happy it was Friday, Mr. P and I were heading to our home, talking on the tin dish we had from throw us on the couch, watching a good movie and go to sleep and wake up on Saturday when we remember. No schedules, no alarm, nothing to do urgent paradise! ... Oh, how wrong we were!
If we reach our happy home, they saw a movie and yes we went to bed at a reasonable hour (midnight would be like.) I fell like a basket because I was exhausted, Mr. P, apparently took a little more because our neighbors were engaged in a kind words, I tell you:
The wall of our room, which is where the headboard of our bed, da the room belongs to another block and a couple of children garrulos p * t * kind villagers. These people spend all day, especially at night, especially on Sunday night, shouting insults. Especially her, this woman does not speak: the hoarse and had been heard in our sweet and beloved home as if he lived with us. Would adopt willingly but we feel sorry for her poor husband would be so lonely! (Read all this with sarcasm)
The fact is that on Saturday morning at 8 o'clock in the morning I was awakened by the sweet voice of this "lady" ... well, not bad I came, I went to the bathroom and went back to get into the warm bed waiting for my imagination had been that morning had much sleep ahead JÁ! ... It was 9:30 when Mr. P began banging on the wall to what the "lady" cried out even louder.
course, first you can not ask for absolute silence at that time, people start to work and that's your problem if you want to continue sleeping. I would not complain if they were to work, have the right and normal and lawful, but I will call this citizenship, can not be as loud from 8 in the morning because all I get is that the Chucky out there in your neighborhood and if your neighbor's me AGAIN!
All of this was I thinking when the "lady" raised the tone a point, and as if that were not enough, opened the window and stuck his head through it and shouted,
"Fulanito, can not hear you, you have no coverage, can not hear you, ahhh aaaaahooora seems uyyyyy yeahhhh ... noooo, nooooo, it seems that siiii ahooora to veeeeeerrrrrr, if you now hear "
was apparently screaming talking phone and she did not listen to that was on the other side of the line.
Someone should explain to this "lady" that if you who do not hear that tone gives the same talk ... the case should shout at the other side and of course I offered voluntary to explain very clearly:
I got up, walked to the window, I lifted the shade with such force that the neighbor upstairs has a new window in its facade, opened the window, pulled my head with her curls and frizz for their bleary eyes and, very politely, I screamed so hard that I burned the lungs:
"porrrrr Seeeeñoooraaaaaa faaaaaavooooor, screaming Nah, you leave a holy time that lleeeevaaaa from ooooochoooooo am annoying man, enough! that are heard in Almeria. At least hang up the phone and not spend fataaaaaaal is the thing! "
her, while I was at" explaining, "I replied that at home doing what she pleases and who was I to tell him to shut up.
To all this, as I dropped my retail, closed the window and when I was trying to lower the shade I heard her say: "Fuck you, brat!"
ITEM:
At no time ennnnn niiiinnnngúúúún time I cursed with this "lady"
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When I heard those words taaaannn loving my neighbor, do not know why, I began to feel a cold sweat and my head started spinning. I opened the window again and screamed from the rooftops:
"Fuck ¿yoooooo?. NO! To take the Nah, you fucking ass!"
Yes, I feel embarrassed but there is nothing worse than bad manners wake of one of the few days I have to rest, nothing worse than had been holding for six years of hearing her screaming at all hours with her husband and especially on Sundays at 1 am or Monday on the same time every week for six years!
I am ashamed of my reply because I was at their level but that I was comfortable!
After Mr. P and I had breakfast and spent all day laughing at my performance because he was bowlegged, was not able to react jajajaja, looked at me as if I knew.
again I have not heard ... of time.
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