Saturday, May 1, 2010

Older Women Dressing In Girdles

7. Traffic - the angel of Revelation Marcel

- Scans a little rack of the driver. He flinguées teeth completely.
- Big deal, especially if he could move forward. We will not remain encamped in traffic for hours.
- I'm afraid so, buddy. What about taking a taxi! I told you we should have taken the subway.
- You're my bloated bastard. I never saw a lazy like you and me to lecture t'oses ... Then I work me at least.
- Oh okay, cowboy, scribbling half sections in a towel ... it's not what I call the task to kill himself ... Good God, what a mouth he pays the driver. Seriously, have you seen?
- Hey, you're really swollen, I'll note that I kill myself to the task! I typed twenty terminals today to visit a car show for a paper to the con that I make in two days.
- I guess you've done in the taxi ...
your twenty terminals - Closes, you exasperate me.
- Citizen free my president! I demand the freedom to believe what I say and especially what I think.
- Especially to say a maximum of crap!
- you should've really sit in front, the time seemed shorter'd have if you had the view I mug on the driver.
- Fous him a little peace to gus.
- He had to breathe too fried on petrol or gas, it is deformed chtedis ...
- True, it is not trivial.
- Ah! You see ...
- Yeah okay, go ahead molo, I think he begins to understand that you're paid his face.
- You just told me he was not the ordinary poor.
- You're really no limits?
- Once I got stuck in traffic Mohandessin for nearly two hours with a taxi driver who schlinguait spout as a person. And the guy was nice, that's the worst thing that Arab gave me very strong and very slowly with much sincerity in his voice and articulating his entire jaw for me to understand what blablatait. And he offered me fags Cleopatra disgusting, and I accepted me back I proposed the L & M. So we were there to smoke fags fags on without putting forward a bit, I breathed my smoke inside the car to cover the smell but nothing to do, it was hitting too hard. Result: when he dropped me at the subway station where I had to go, I have smoked almost a pack, I was stoned by fried on gas, smoke and the stench of the poor man and I seriously want to dégobiller. But I think this brave guy who undergoes it everyday, I mean her own smell and the incessant traffic and the smoke enveloping the heat ... I would be the last to throw stones at those brave souls who run day and night to pay misery.
- What humanity. It's almost religious are you saying.
- No amalgam eh cowboy. Do not just put me in the same bag as the bigots, you will. But what have I want a little consideration for the guy who took us safely chose you because the luxury not to take the subway.
- Surreal what you're talking! I can not believe it. Sometimes you surpass them yet.
- The sky has no limit ...
- Marcel Angel, the halo above your head rubs the ceiling of the vehicle.
- I'm all for fighting, they have the unfortunate and the less fortunate. Sometimes you should do the same. One day, Inshallah, I may inspire you a little humanity.
- Here, you inspire me most of disgust and pity my poor. I wonder how we can be so disconnected from the real world.
- This world that is not suited to me ... What can I do? ... We go to what time to show what dervishes?
- 20:30.
- Well, it's not earned! Thank you again.
- I wonder how you'll end ...
- The ways of the Lord are inscrutable ... Ask yourself so many questions, cowboy.