It's half past ten. Hardly them move away from the grip Monica. Without taking the gummy I get up and sit at my laptop. We did not get, is very rebellious, hangs every three minutes. I finally calmed and start looking in the newspapers. I need ideas, ideas to take advantage of my covenant. The evil it is coming all very simple. And very cheap.
....... Finally find something interesting. Bill Gates, the founder of Microsoft, will be two days in London. Bill Gates, London, my laptop ... the idea begins to take shape. Yes, that's it. I'll take my computer to Bill to drive him out. You can not refuse,
still under warranty. I fancy the idea of \u200b\u200bslipping into his hotel without his security team break my teeth and tell you what I think of your Windows. Think that's enough cause needless headaches for the devil. Also I will ever get lost on the streets of the city that gave me the best times of my life. ....... I decide to fly with British Airways, three times as expensive as any other company. For my last trip want comfort and flight attendants feet tall. Sorry, flight attendants feet tall and, above all, I want my tray of food. Yes, like the ones before the revolution in low-cost airlines. I want my little tray of hot food, with metal covered with damp towel to wipe lemon hands.
....... I booking. At the time entering the card number to complete the transaction wait a while to see if the evil one comes and pays the bill. But no! I have had a devil stingy. Finally I get my reservation code: CRU 8659.
....... Then I shower and put my underwear on special occasions, that of Calvin Klein. Within five minutes I take it off and I get the usual, of Carrefour, the tightening of Calvin me ... well, yeah, that. I pulled on my jeans, a brown turtleneck and my leather jacket. In London it's cold. Nothing suitcase, and buy what you need.
....... I get to the airport. All aircraft for the UK are on schedule, except mine of course, an hour late. Joer with British! I hope eating a sandwich of salami, cheese, tuna, tomato and mayonnaise. And two giant Cokes.
....... I'm finally in the tunnel leading to the aircraft. Two flight attendants greet passengers at the door. Both feet tall, well, three meters and sixty between the two. This figure brings indecent thoughts in my head. I smile.
....... Once inside stumble on the third flight attendant, also six feet tall. Attempt to calculate the sum of the three meter and eighty three ..., mmm, not too difficult with the sandwich that turns me in the stomach. Her hair is short and reddish. His face is covered with tiny freckles. This time I first advancement and smile, showing all my teeth, perfectly aligned white (three years of orthodontic dentist almost blind, a punishment). However, the reaction is not expected. The girl check out selflessly, lifts his shoulders and his mouth twisted into a grimace. His expression seems that of a child from a plate of spinach. I suspect that has not been amused by my attitude to George Clooney. I rip the smile of the face and dropped me in my seat. I was touched by a priest. I'm bored.
....... finally comes to food. Bieeen! Start sharing platters. Bieeen! The redheaded flight attendant comes slowly with the cart, stop by my side and delivers the tray to cure. His eyes met mine, winks at me. The waters return to normal. However, suddenly turns and walks down the hall without me the tray.
....... I'm out of breath. What about food? Bind three times the call button just above my seat. Nothing. I make hand signals. Nothing. I observed from afar and ignore me. The priest sanctifies sensing the "storm."
....... starting to piss me off. What the devil do ...? Do you also from me? Where is now that I need? Why not throw a tongue of flame to the redhead and turns to ash, for example?
....... What hurts me most is that however much I try, I can not help being attracted to her. This being a man is a torment, the next life I want to be born bird. I will live more peaceful and more free.
....... The pilot announces the arrival in London. I, of course, I still eat. Getting off the plane the three flight attendants smile at me all at once, are being undermined. I want to get out as soon as possible and continue with my plan. But starting to feel the tingling. No, not now! I refuse, do not want the devil take control of my body. Do not feel like riding antics. However, it is useless. I turn, step back and I stand in front of the redhead. Chapita I look at the uniform hanging in his chest height, with your name and identification number: Maeve O 'Connor - CRU 8659. I'm thoughtful, this number sounds like something. Then the words begin to flow from my mouth uncontrollably, as usual.
....... - Do you want tea with me? I ask with the utmost seriousness.
....... The girl looks up and down, motionless. Then she turns to her companions in search of help. I guess it takes time and no one invited him to lunch. Some twenty years.
....... - Snacking? She asks finally, to close their eyes as if they were afraid to repeat the word aloud.
....... "Yes," I answered snack. That children do.
....... The other passengers start to get impatient because my presence prevents them from getting off the plane.
....... "Depends," he answered after a long time with the same seriousness. Snacking "where?
....... The answer takes me by surprise. And not feel the tingling, the influence of the demon is gone. No matter, London is my city and I need help anyone to answer.
....... - An Afternoon Tea at Harvey Nichols "I say everything in one go.
....... Finally tense muscles of his face seem to take a break.
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