It’s 08:35 and some maniac is ringing my door
repeatedly from the street below. The balcony over-hang keeps me from seeing
the front door of the building (my intercom doesn’t have a camera). It must be
someone distributing shopping flyers because they don’t even allow emergencies
before nine o’clock in Spain. Dropping a potted plant is probably too extreme
considering the possibility of collateral damage. Where is a big bucket of
excrement when you really need it?*
After a moment of
reflection I’m not sure the old adage “It’s better to have a big bucket of
excrement and not need it than need a big bucket of excrement and not have it”
is true unless it were a Tupperware® bucket with a really good lid.
*I wish I had a nickel for every time I've had
this thought.
Son las 08:35 y un maníaco
está sonando mi puerta desde la calle. El balcón me impide ver la puerta
principal del edificio (mi portero no tiene una cámara). Debe ser alguien
distribuyendo folletos comerciales, ya que ni siquiera permiten emergencias
antes de las nueve aquí en España. Dejar caer una maceta es probablemente un
poco extremo por la posibilidad de daños colaterales. ¿Dónde hay un gran cubo
de excrementos cuando realmente lo necesito?
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