"most swagger" said my sweatshirt. running through my neighborhood, trying to lose weight for summer. a little old lady shouted "auuugahh" and fell from his window, landed right in front of me, almost hitting me. I'm an ordinary guy, have, but seriously, you have to understand. my interests and my desires, my goals and my methods of achieving them are like 99% of the planet so I can tell you what happened to me was something I was not ready. "Little old lady" I said kneeling, I saw in the eyes, spitting blood, he went to hell in that dirty sidewalk full of dog poop and prehistoric gum. "O stranger," said surprisingly strong taking my neck "I'm about to die" and lots of man juice out of every facial orifice, "pff tell me something I do not know," I said, making a funny. "Take this paper, take, do not be shy" I took it, was an address. "OK, now I go, excuse me" and the eyes of the old woman made a move up and went blank, "mother" said sitting up, "this lady is ... no more." I put the address, I completely forgot and I continued my exercise routine.
days later, the lady who washed my clothes while I was telling my dog \u200b\u200bthat was a great dog. "Dear Albert," I said with my face close to hers, stroking her cheeks dog "are the number one," Alberto looked nothing. "Chichixtli, chochoxtl, matixtli" said blank in endangered language, with paper in hand. "Ah net" I said to understand. Carefully read the address. a strange and uncontrollable curiosity came over me. "I can not hold 'I said, walking taxi to a site. without a word handed him the slip to the driver, "Yes, Ahuevo" he said and off we went. we reached a big house, white, with thousands of windows, very nice, in the rich area of \u200b\u200bmy city. green gardens, space for more than ten cars and columns on each side of the main entrance facing the house. a huge electrified fence kept the undesirables out of the sterile world of those who lived there. "Wear deodorant" what I told the driver, laughing like an idiot and gave him a ticket with a face chavo del 8. timidly approached me, "ohh" I did, the more I got closer beautiful the house. a woman smoking at the main entrance, she saw that meant ring the bell, "that helped you, brother?" cried the lady from afar, came running and taking a bar of the gate / door with each hand, put his face in his hands and his eyes more than what I've seen anyone open their eyes, gave strong puffs his cigarette, making noise with his nose. "An old lady" I started feeling a little uncomfortable, out of wave "that fell from his window smoking as squat, dark lady gave me chills," gave me this piece of paper "I took the paper and got up to his face, the eyes of the lady, who now suspected that he was in some kind of drug, fell on him, "where this direction was "finished, then it was all sweaty. now the rare lady saw me suspiciously," let me see that role, "he said and pulled out a hand, I gave it, this whole thing began to seem a bad idea. I was thoroughly , felt it, smelled it and licked up the damn psycho. "okay" said the lady, took a bunch of keys and unlocked the door, "Follow me, mu-cha-cho" distrust did not stop, I was embarrassed the extreme "ok". "What madness," I said while he admired and across the front yard. entered the house, the hall like no other I've seen in my life, nicely decorated, all in exquisite taste. will not go in detail about what was and as it was there because this is a short little story and not some kind of realism, right?! well, let's continue then. we turn to in spite of who I assumed was the master of that place. then, from walking, I was very tired and wanted nothing more than a good glass of iced tea and sit a while, but it seemed he was far from happening. lady introduced me to his office and, much to my relief, he disappeared. The room was dark and the chair facing the desk gave me back. suddenly turned, revealing a guy that old man as the old woman who fell from the heights. "Yolanda gave you that paper?" said the old man, "so, old tiemperos" as I am a very insightful there was no need to ask what yolanda who was obviously talking about the old lady "and is dead?" "As dead as the embarrassment of youth today," it gave no laughter "mmm very bad." We were silent a few seconds "hear" I said, and absolutely sucked the whole affair "did not know I'm doing here and I already want to go home" "oh man my heart," he cleared his throat "I fear that this will to be impossible, "he said calmly, sitting there in his chair," but why? " asked in anguish, "Yolanda was initially going to be my wife, but now she's dead, you took your place" "I'll be your wife?" I asked, confused, looking for confirmation, "that is, young man" gave me little bit like laughing, but then saw he was serious, I went into a rage "but if I'm a guy!" I cried, clutching the whistle, "I will not be anyone's wife" and ran, but did not know how to get back and in a blink was lost. a monitor in front of me caught, it was the old man. "There is no escape, it is better to resign" could not believe it, for my damn curiosity would end up being the wife of an old man, I wanted to die. I found a chair and sat down and cried my bad luck.
time passed and, after giving him a chance, I discovered that being a housewife is not as bad as one thinks, especially if the class with money and no accountability. I got used right away. the old man, whose name was Rupert, due to his age, he had no sexual desire, all I wanted was company, and was knocked my greatest fear. also slept all day and gave me senile laughter attacks. I spent, I have to confess. when he did not do the talk, I walked around the huge mansion with a cheerleading in the mouth, in a bathrobe and slippers in excellent quality. had the life I deserved. had achieved and unintentionally. when I was little, I remembered a day of fun lying by the pool, I saw on TV to housewives Beverly Hills and said "oh christ, I'd give anything to be one of them" but to grow and become unsightly discarded the idea, no rich guy is going to fix me. The only bad thing I suppose, was that I could leave, but only had to wait for Rupert to die, for what it was not long, and all that would be me, well, anyway, I never liked the outside too. it was my life and concerns was over forever. so, sitting with a margarita in hand, I said to myself, with a happy heart, that I was the best homemaker in the world, then I laughed, I lay on the bed beside the pool, I closed my eyes and let good times will last forever.
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