These were some of my family dialogues during and minutes after they stormed into the restaurant where we were celebrating the birthday of my grandmother, Uncle
(with tone and incredible natural total) - Oops che. They toiled, seriously eh. Prima
(or rather it were the burglars, alteradísima) - Well, I suck an egg. This is a good time to let everyone know I smoke. YES, SMOKE! So? (lighting a fag with a pulse shakes)
Someone - I first put a $ 100 bill on the table. But then I regretted it, I kept it and put a $ 20. Aunt
- I kicked the purse under the table and ran, I went to hell.
Primito 4 years - this restaurant will not be back again! Grandma
- Well, my love is gone. Relax. Why do not you drink a glass of wine? and, in one gulp.
I (trembling from head to foot, recovering from a panic attack) - No, no. I want to smoke. Grandma
- Yes, yes. Fumá. Fumá in twos, threes, and you calm down.
husband of my grandmother - Pseh! I do not steal anything. Neither approached the table, he saw the face of it (pointing to my grandmother) and ran. Another
someone - says the owner of the place if they want to call an ambulance to Guadalupe is very nervous. Uncle
- JAJAJAJAAJJAAJAJ! Yes! Dale, dale! What fun!
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