It was a beautiful day.
Saturday, the sun was shining. Surrounded by the cool people, with a file of newspapers sitting on his knees at the bus stop. Auto would be ready in time. For the first time in five years I had a ride on the bus.
behind the steering wheel sport utility vehicle the world looks different. Above yes. The radio is filtered muse and vanilla smells like tobacco. Steel pipes installed at the front of the car take over the momentum of offensive life in the form autek whose driver thought that a push "on the third," but not the reflexes, not the ...
And from the perspective of the bus world is full of interesting people, beautiful girls and old men intriguing. I returned
the meeting at which a colleague presented me the company was founded in which they work. Nervous, literally trembling, after the first divorce. His wife makes it difficult to view him with his daughter. And when you got married all he talked about what we think, but she was nicely tanned. Nicely tanned skin-intuitive won four buddies .. My friend is a mid-level manager. Popychlem, which tramples on the top and head napierdzielają employees from the pit. Sucker, which the state takes 40% of an explicit order to the rotting shipyard, unprofitable mines and consciously zadłużanych hospitals. A colleague was
fatal condition. Trembling, nervous, pale green and pasztetówka. Jumped at the sound of the phone which rang non-stop. A colleague something all the time it adds to the ear, and I had the impression that they do not sit in his office piled papers without a window, only that I was on visit in Tworki.
And this goddamn smell ...
smell of fear and progressive insanity ..
With these thoughts are sitting on the bus stop fanning the newspaper. And there a guide for trainees. Some courses .. Some scams ... Some of Euro 2012 .. Any questions, approximations ..... Word of the newspapers poured out any fecal matter .... And all the newspapers. And those on the left and those on the right knee.
A wertowałem newspapers, because a colleague, "manager" asked the employee to find him ... beautiful sun shone, and I decided not to take this job. I'm not so immoral, so to some Youngbloods after graduating from the ideals and without the necessary corporate capital kurewstwa, give the address of the grinder for human flesh, which is owned by a friend ..
I suddenly saw a beautiful man. He was about 25 years old, tall, slim, well built, nice shoes, clean clothes and a great leather jacket. None lans .. Simply class guy who is a bit prematurely mature and nothing has to go and nobody has to follow. Class guy who found his own style and taste. He was beautiful in her movements, and emanated from the health, physical strength and good energy. But it was the most beautiful tattoo. Namely, the face was a beautiful crisp Maori warrior tattoo. Usually
tattoo people who somehow do not accept.
And this pure tattoo in an unusual way stressed the beautiful features of the man his strength and determination ... I do not know why, but I was sure that his girlfriend, or your partner are just as beautiful, he is a man of sensual and affectionate ..
stunning thing was that this beautiful man that audacious wyautował tattooed with all this garbage.
showed us all around us that this world is only part of his world. Indeed, he will never be the Regional Sales Manager beverage manager at TPSA, whether as a colleague, the head of some PVC pipe. This beautiful man is not Palikot, Chlebowskim, Olechowskim, Tusk, Piskorski (oh, for sure!), Rokita whether Kaczynski ...
For him to play a pathetic przepychanka Probably, on the Maori warrior's face can not be a spokesperson. With such a notoriously hard-face lie.
Everything you see ..
It was a beautiful Saturday. Solar and wczesnojesienna. Low-floor bus drove up quietly, and I threw all the papers into the trash. A driving scratched from his phone numbers.
I just had to make a place for Maori Warriors ... :)
Because life brings We are what we expect and what will create the space ...
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