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Adventures in a New

12:00 noon. A middle-aged woman (pull high) walks through the aisles of a supermarket, looking from side to side and the mother shitting makers set prices (does anyone know who they are?). In his right hand he carries a small basket full of dairy products that will surely prove one of his house, and he has nothing left for the simple fact that he does not want.
Its pace is slow but determined, and their senses are activated (you never know when you will see a 3x2 or against whom will have to fight to get it). And suddenly, something lying in the hallway stopped their march. That something is a person, but with "something" is as interesting. Well, the fact is that that person does not move, and the woman asks politely step over and over again, although it is ignored in all their attempts. The person, who will now be known as the algodelpasillo (I like to name the characters, it makes me fond of them), still in the middle of the aisle, absently, as if inspired by a poem after having contemplated the cans of mussels for a while. So the woman until algodelpasillo balls, hit a glove with the basket on the arm pushes him to throw it aside and continue with your journey.
Upon reaching the box, makes a face of anger (which is always great), and starts talking to the cashier

Women: Have you seen that guy is in the hall?.
Teller: Yes
Women: Did you know?.
Teller: Yes
Women: As I said a few times to let me pass, and has not moved the bastard.
Teller: It is deaf.
Woman: Ah ..

only say that I understand who I inherited the gift of mishaps.