Second day of covenant. I road the City, I need to get a permit for a small reform at home. I have days preparing all the papers. A dozen copies of ID, ahead, behind and song. The last thirty receipts property tax, deed of my flat to certify that I own since 1492 (before the discovery of America) and the essential 205/41 completed application form with legible handwriting. Oh, and a print of the Virgin of Fatima.
I go, I do my two hours and twenty minutes to queue and, finally, I find myself face to face with the official. I bow, I cross my fingers and deposit the papers on the desk. He did not look at them.
- And the model 205/42? She asks inquisitive.
- 205/42? I have the 205/41 "I replied trying not to look into his eyes. Officials do not support that they look at you.
-41 is useless. It takes 42. The new law goes into effect today.
- Today! Wow, what luck! "I tell him anxiously. What changed between 41 and 42?
"The number. One is the 41 the other is 42 - "I replied with irrefutable logic of public employee.
- What you can not make an exception?
Just finish the sentence I realize the error. I appeal to your compassion. I put it on a plate.
- No! "She replied with determination while a wicked smile appears on his lips. I know that has expired. Another city overwhelmed by bureaucracy.
lowered his head, I need to leave ASAP. But my legs do not move. I make an effort, try moving with your hands. Nothing at all, frozen, glued to the floor with superglue.
He watches me puzzled. It is unusual for him someone to rebel to their authority. Suddenly
again I feel a tingling throughout my body and like the day before I lose control of my actions. Again the malignant manage my wireless.
I lean on the counter, grabbed the employee and gently stretch it towards me until his face is just inches from mine. Then he whispered in her ear:
"I'll tear the skin piece by piece and rejoice with your cries of pain, then I'll open your chest and eat your heart and, finally, I'll take me to hell and will burn there for eternity. Eight seconds later
leave the office with my permission slip signed and sealed.
A On the street, full of happiness, I decided to enter a candy store. I want to celebrate the victory. I start filling a plastic bag with white chocolates when the clerk interrupted me abruptly.
"I will close now, you will need in the afternoon. I'll take a few moments
disoriented, not knowing what to do.
- Not! "I finally answered quietly. I want my candy now. And without fear
repeat word for word the magic formula:
"I'll tear the skin bit by bit ...
However, this time no one controls my actions.
I leave the store with a kilo of sweets for free.
I'm learning to be bad. And I do it very quickly.
Ah, I forgot, last night I stayed with the blonde. In my house. I'm happy!
