The new latex mattress has come home. Brought it, wrapped in a tight package, a sweaty fat man, unshaven, who fell from a delivery truck.
I got into the bedroom, we remove the seals and in a few seconds, and stretched over the mattress. Veteran Mattress, so we stuck to the wall, still in his holster bunches of blue and white flowers.
Now, again, sleep soundly, but the displaced monitors and dreams of returning to his post. It is feared the worst, has heard talks and the situation is getting tense ...
"I'm sorry rid of it, is still of good use.
"But I can not bear to see him occupying the site. Remove it from my sight!
has dawned and he is still there, standing defiantly on the wall of the room. Know what to expect: To be issued with garbage cans, with remnants of kitchen furniture, broken chairs and other belongings damaged and useless.
When I get home from work, still there ... Again, the woman does not stop it 's boring to mattress:
- Do you want to remove this lump in my sight?
"Okay, I'll get a rope to tie it.
not without effort, achieving the broad ridge bend metal, hitting the head to toe in an almost fetal position. I crawled up the stairs and deposited in the collection point useless. I left there, curled up next to a stroller.
dark when this strange man began to pick up the hood of the stroller and check its resistance. Then he picked up the discarded mattress and clinched the improvised vehicle. And with amazing slowness went away with humming a catchy song stuck in their mouths.
What would be your destination? Sure, in a junkyard, it would remove the metal frame and the rest would be discarded.
sad fate for a domestic mattress. He, who shared and endured many intimacies encounters and will no longer be an object rather than destroyed.
Similar stories happen every day. Unfortunately, it is people discarded.
How easy it is to shoot the street workers who gave years of his effort to the company, and they were replaced by younger, cheaper labor, subsidized low risk and personal involvement.
"Okay, I'll get a rope to tie it.
not without effort, achieving the broad ridge bend metal, hitting the head to toe in an almost fetal position. I crawled up the stairs and deposited in the collection point useless. I left there, curled up next to a stroller.
dark when this strange man began to pick up the hood of the stroller and check its resistance. Then he picked up the discarded mattress and clinched the improvised vehicle. And with amazing slowness went away with humming a catchy song stuck in their mouths.
What would be your destination? Sure, in a junkyard, it would remove the metal frame and the rest would be discarded.
sad fate for a domestic mattress. He, who shared and endured many intimacies encounters and will no longer be an object rather than destroyed.
Similar stories happen every day. Unfortunately, it is people discarded.
How easy it is to shoot the street workers who gave years of his effort to the company, and they were replaced by younger, cheaper labor, subsidized low risk and personal involvement.
is a now defunct band, the Secrets, which made songs like this. In my younger days I liked to hear their songs ... with romantic spot and everything.
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