(Extract from Laboral.doc exactly ten years ago) I escape to the bathroom, mid-morning to escape a tedious job tolerable. It is known that not all toilets are the same: a deliberately chosen by guess a cleaner and less crowded. In the health intermezzo I forget the world exists. There are whispers out, two pissers day, two ceramic riders who ride in the wind with difficulty holding their miembritos. A voice is known and managerial. The other voice is only known. The director is the one who initiates the dialogue.
Lenny: "How's the gym?
Martin: "Excuse me?
L:-Oíme, yesterday was almost four hours.
M: - ... (hesitates, chooses the tone of lamb in the slaughter). Well, Mr. Director, you are exaggerating a bit ...
L: "Really? Look at me. I think I'm exaggerating?
M: "No, what happens is that ...
L:" But the bitch that bore him.
M: "What happened?
is noted a slight movement of steps, and a movement that scrapes the web.
we reached so low, I wonder.
Lenny: But, look, everything got wet. Oops, pants. What crap.
Martin - Je ... That's wrong by fighter.
L: "But fuck, I have people in the office, and appear well, all pissed ...
M:" Well, look, can be arranged. Going beyond that with a napkin ...
L: "But, look, what crap.
M: "No, but I'll explain. You enter the office with a file and go. Want to bring you the folder?
L: "But what idiot. And that had me shaken. Once when I was at the Lyceum same thing happened to me, but I cleaned it and more or less stretched forth. Was on standby.
M: "Oh, clear (mediator). What time, no?
couple of steps away are heard behind the sink, and go, as great friends.
Tragedies reconciled people.
