As I do not accept to do free advertising to any brand of toothpaste from this page, only clarified that grabbed the box red color, the one that gives the order that I hang. I’m off, bye, I can not stand more. Reaching the boxes I checked that it continues passing the time and nothing has changed or will change more. I tried to send me of garron by fast box, which remains the slowest of all, every four customers the cashier is wrong five times and is always waiting for the elusive supervisor with his card magic to amend those children’s errors at a glance two ladies behind stops were taken work at full speed for the items in my cart to denounce me and remove me as a rival. Single box with little people was that gave priority to the MOM, where a girl in a miniskirt with collagen in the lips, of approximate measures 110 – 60-90 and cleavage more pronounced had all the earmarks of charging with a pregnancy of maximum two hours.Before paying, I went back to buy a shaver to hide it in my bedside table. Which leave visible feminists of home dull them me (wife, daughter, and I even suspect the employee’s) I was happier and wallet in hand by removing the last Tin of peas, when I ate again the cry of price, so to expect with resignation to the Cadet arriving in slow motion. It took the Tin brought the price… I paid, I threw in the trash those coupons sweepstakes of computers or trips to Brazil because fill them with my address, identification card and phone is a Chinese torture.
I loaded my bags in the trunk of the car and left the rebel truck on one side. Despite the conflict I felt fairly satisfied with your service, and both were melancholy separation looking fixed for a few moments. But this is life, each one should go his way, and while I took away my last sentence in silence was: _ don’t worry rengo, next week I come looking for you.