Milena Velda Exercise

Yesterday evening was not exactly the coolest of the year. Nor is the warmest, I know very well, but as I was about to freeze to death between Caracas and Valencia, in the central regional highway.
The issue is that I waited in one of the banks of Cabriales and pretended to be reached by bus. I say nothing of all that the delay in addressing terminal. Neither of the nuisance caused me repeated messages trying to jam the speaker or the lady at the box office number five said the plane's departure time to Maracay. Irrelevant today. I will dedicate myself only to talk about the moment when, in the middle of highway, watching the coffee sellers panels and sweat blood from my window, I felt I was about to freeze to death and I told the lady that mix and shop girl attendant, attending the unit of the films: "Miss, I'm dying of cold. Can you download a little air conditioning? ".
The lady in question, which I had seen in strange ways when addressing the unit, did not immediately respond, but my seatmate in the terminal was almost bare and now moved placidly in a fake mink coat . "This is not an inch lower. For something I paid my fare. "
seriously tried to see where his words out. Impossible, her face was completely covered by the shelter visonesco. She
, yeah, sure, noticed my attempt to see her, because immediately declared: "Moreover, feeling cold or heat is nonsense. What happens is that people are not known dress. "
Grandpa in the back seat, who had left her three grandchildren in the upstairs, also found it necessary to intervene and instead to remind the partner the difference between centimeters and C, evicted from his lips his right leg sunglasses and gave me the capital letters in his book of good living: "My dear, why do you go to give up their privileges? Air conditioning, if cold, means quality, quality of life. " All
probably would not have happened there and, despite the intolerable cold, have managed to recover thinking perhaps of those tendrils of lapis lazuli that for several days, had my life to shambles, but the occupants of the contralateral arm-chairs, in whose memory I now recognize two former eighth-grade classmates, aired all the drawbacks of my lung proposal.
"And this is mounted on a bus just like that with a franelita, as if it were a pickup truck seats," said the nearest dentist today.
not answered. Of course not answered. I did it the other way and would have continued to do so if your neighbor would, auctioneer of horses, I had shouted, as if speaking to him: "What if you want to pass heat why did not you go on a bus without air, Paju?. "
His words came at a time when Miss began to move his mouth to answer and I stopped. I took two notes of ten thousand Bolivars portfolio and started to rectify, "Sorry, I do not think I have understood, what I want is cold you put more air conditioning. Here are real. "