At least, I must say, never called twice ...
I have two theories: that pressed for the system all the buttons on the intercom, but the strange thing is that when I only hear my answer Who is it? ... or in the morning I'm the only resident of my block and it stalled me, saving press the rest. Sometimes, when up to me a fine or any other letter, I just want to ask out of curiosity more than anything, but never I do not go to be misunderstood my question.
When called the mailshot, always open the door, I remember my student days, when performing this type of work, very hateful most of the time, because people is very unpleasant when they pressed the intercom ... I remember I used to start pressing the buttons on the upper floors, I do not know if I was afraid that I would open the lower face to face with some bad milk in the wrong time of my visit, but was a technique that led to the letter. Perhaps that is why the postman knocks at my door, because I live in the fifth ... same technique that is subliminally registered in a user manual.
The other day a "mailbox" called my intercom at 16h. just when fried just stay on the couch. As I said before, I tend to be supportive of their work, but if I wake with a start, I usually spend very bad grapes, and I become quite green, telling them that we are in the XXI century and that you please think of the environment, that publication be submitted online or on TV ... Even if it's the Ikea catalog, I reduced the ecological fever becomes my solidarity with the guild dealer of mailshot.
this morning came to my door from above, a commercial readership. I promise I will try to be patient and kind with them ... I gave him the best of my smile when I said "No thanks, I'm not interested." But I think she was invisible earplugs to listen not because it opened a magazine and began to teach their content. Then, continuing my smile, as if it were an advertisement for Colgate, replied saying, "No thanks, I like to buy my books in bookstores and able to touch ..." And she, I do not know if they had changed their plugs for a headset with stereo music, stressed the diversity of titles offered by the magazine, now writing in my hands, and do not know what more advantages. To me, that smile I was starting to freeze, and more than an advertisement for Colgate, it seemed that I had happened to the Corega and my lips were stuck to the teeth, my nostrils were swelling and I snapped it not really read almost anything, and that does not compensate for losing his wonderful time with me, nor I have a literary magazine ... What do you think, he gave up? Well believe it, followed erre que erre, reopened the damn magazine and me I did not know how to rid of her, she pulled the magazine from the hands, and would see what he would do next with her, and when trying to close the door and say goodbye, I said no, he had to sign up ... And to me and only smile that was what I had taught him to cachuli Pantoja: "Teeth, teeth, which is what most bothers ..." My patience touched its limits, but decided to return to the kind of first sentence, drowning my desire to him also the four things, including that if when go down to the portal was the postman, tell him that if he could call at my door today, he'd better it was because brought a letter or a package of the Magi forgotten.
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